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So, we're on our way, probably about a third through the little, pre-SOC drive through the Canadian North Woods. I've put together a gallery here. Paul's gallery is here.
But here are some highlights....
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Critical equipment for Great White, the 1987 c900 turbo, formerly an automatic.
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Critical equipment for Little Red, the 1992 c900 base (last year)
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The ascent of Mt. Washington starts in the trees like that OTHER drive through the woods we all love.
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Then you run out of trees but not out of fun, clearly.
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Saabs at the top of New England.
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Great White at sea. This was a surprise ferry mostly because I didn't get the entire sense of the scrolling road signs in French for the hour or so before we got there.
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Quebec 389 is a VERY remote road and they throw these SOS phonebooths in the middle of nowhere for driver safety. But wait, what's inside?
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Sweet! A PBR!
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Crap. Someone beat us to it. Le poop.
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Hot dam! Manic 5 is big. Like really big. And in the middle of nowhere.
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Loons make the coolest, spookiest sound I've ever heard. Here they are the morning after, cruising the Manicouagan Reservoir.
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Gravel, dust, washboards and flying rocks the size of fists - welcome to Quebec 389!
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Black flies suck. They just do.
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The northernmost section of Quebec 389 was designed by the same guys who do those massive twisty, turny, hilly, thrilly wooden roller coasters. Only in gravel. And with big trucks barreling by at 75 mph+. Whee!!!!
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Ever wonder where The X-Files guys got all of those plot lines about large-scale, world-conspiracy industrialist ne'er-do-wells operating in the remote corners of the planet? Yeah, that crap really happens. They're sending large, iron-rich parts of Quebec and Labrador south on trains every day and taking down entire mountains in strip mining operations.
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Most of the mall closes by 5:30 p.m. but you can't keep Tim down.
But here are some highlights....
Critical equipment for Great White, the 1987 c900 turbo, formerly an automatic.
Critical equipment for Little Red, the 1992 c900 base (last year)
The ascent of Mt. Washington starts in the trees like that OTHER drive through the woods we all love.
Then you run out of trees but not out of fun, clearly.
Saabs at the top of New England.
Great White at sea. This was a surprise ferry mostly because I didn't get the entire sense of the scrolling road signs in French for the hour or so before we got there.
Quebec 389 is a VERY remote road and they throw these SOS phonebooths in the middle of nowhere for driver safety. But wait, what's inside?
Sweet! A PBR!
Crap. Someone beat us to it. Le poop.
Hot dam! Manic 5 is big. Like really big. And in the middle of nowhere.
Loons make the coolest, spookiest sound I've ever heard. Here they are the morning after, cruising the Manicouagan Reservoir.
Gravel, dust, washboards and flying rocks the size of fists - welcome to Quebec 389!
Black flies suck. They just do.
The northernmost section of Quebec 389 was designed by the same guys who do those massive twisty, turny, hilly, thrilly wooden roller coasters. Only in gravel. And with big trucks barreling by at 75 mph+. Whee!!!!
Ever wonder where The X-Files guys got all of those plot lines about large-scale, world-conspiracy industrialist ne'er-do-wells operating in the remote corners of the planet? Yeah, that crap really happens. They're sending large, iron-rich parts of Quebec and Labrador south on trains every day and taking down entire mountains in strip mining operations.
Most of the mall closes by 5:30 p.m. but you can't keep Tim down.
These old 900's can take it.
