[Bob Carriere]

My apologies for the French lingo but it is a favorite phrase of Rub........

Now things got a little confusing....... Stew or Low fame... had given us some very clear driving instructions which we had printed off the 'puter and interpreted to our liking.

Another 200km or so and Rub tells me we are coming up to exit 230 off the 401..... of course with my cold and fever accused Rub of reading an Alberta map and it HAD to be exit 320 which is the same as Chris Vickery's exit our last stop...... well be pulled out at exit 320 only to find out we were short about 100km to the real exit 230.... back we go.... me sniffing all the way....snorting our umpten tea and coffee.......

Finally pulled in at Stew's place...... by now it is 2pm... took time to fire a few rounds into a bucket of manure (commonly referred to as shoot the sh**) and we indulged in ouonly beer of the whole day.... it sure felt good onmy sore throat...

Stew had to ham it up standing on the frame and going vroom vroom as we winch the rolling frame on board......