So Chris and I set off for Montreal in his work's Ford Pickup truck, and at first it was all fun and stories until Chris felt an ominous lurch:
We stopped off in Gananoque where several men peered at the engine.
One man sagely suggested we "ride 'er till she pukes".
which we did.
32 km away from Montreal! Chris had to take my bike to the gasstation, and it was really cold. He told the police officers that his truck was broken down but they laughed at him. the gas station attendant was nice, and he called a tow truck.
We had to stay at a motel in Vaudreuil. It was sanitary. I love the little bars of soap and cable tv and bad watercolors and dixie cups.
There were these weird plastic chairs outside.
I missed 1st morninng of class, but we had fun at the motel: