Oh Canada!!

A very eclectic day is all I can say, but here we are just west of Ottawa Ontario. Lazy morning at home (rolled over for another hour or two of sleep), then pack and tried to get to Daves house by 10 but it turned into 10:45. Jeff came in a little before noon and Dave still had stuff to do so we left about 1:00, not bad. Dave's rear tire got a nail in it a year or 2 ago and he has been babysitting it with various eleixirs, chants plugs and magic cans of flat-be-gone. But today all the magic came to a screeching halt. He plugged it early this morning, then again before we left. Once on the interstate by Costco, where he finally said uncle and called Franks, who happened to be doing nothing. We called Jeff who was on standby up the interstate at the rest area and we all met at Franks. Which the 2 mechanic guys wheeled Daves bike in to exorcise the gallon of fix-a-flat, we went next door for lunch. 45 minutes later (should have been less except the environmental impact statement pertaining to the gallon of green goo that poured out of the tire when they removed it) we were on the road. Up the interstate to Swanton, across the bridge to New York state.   On to Malone, past the windmills (using NRG IceFree anemometers I might proudly add) in Ellensburg, then to Ogdensburg where we crossed the bridge into Canada. The customs girl was very pleasant and noted the "cute bike" on the back of my motorcycle. I chalked it up to the usual shameless flirting (happens all the time to me) and once clear of customs Commander Keeney blasted us north to Ottawa at 70-80 parsecs (Real live American parsecs, not those watered down Canadian namby-pamby ones). We snagged a hotel with an extra cot (no charge) and walked to dinner next door at an Italian place with a very attractive waitress from Sudbury (Jeff and Dave noticed, I did not of course), then back to the room to crash.
So all in all a lazy then scattered then focused day on the road. 250 miles and one new tire.