Made it across the border this morning with a minimum of discomfort (she wanted to see my bear spray, I got a little nervous when she filled out a plastic bag marked "evidence," but neither of us spoke of it, and the moment passed). Spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to call home (solution: Google Voice, plus WiFi), then headed out, on the advice of a woman at the Visitor information center, on route 6 along the north coast of Nova Scotia. I've already completely lost track of what day it is, and after taking it easy today, I realized the ferry tickets I thought were for Friday are actually for Thursday. So tomorrow I'll try to hit the Cabot Trail and end up in North Sydney, maybe sleeping at the marine terminal parking lot, so I don't miss the boat.
All for now.
I'm sad that I couldn't make this ride, it looks like a blast. I'd also dig going to that class at Bob's BMW, it looked fun. Let me know when you're coming to Toronto, I'll be riding the speed triple up from B-more.
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