What do you get when you mix icy Canadian freeways, an Arizona driver, a Tamra Camry, a fool behind the wheel of a Dodge Caravan, and a guardrail? Note: This is not my own picture. Some other poor Tamra Camry … Continue reading
…the prospect of sleeping in the backseat of a Ford FYadda50 doesn’t even phase you: Though the “morning after” experience is not nearly as glamourous as one might imagine. As you may know, Poor Kyle and I are seasoned road-trippers. … Continue reading
I’m so vain; I once considered myself an expert traveler. Sadly, my friends, I must be out of practise. Rusty even. *Note* When taking a trip wherein crossing international borders is part of the itinerary… …it might be helpful to … Continue reading
Several months ago I accompanied Poor Kyle on a road trip to Dwight, North Dakota. You read it correctly—the place was called Dwight. The little town quickly became the second Dwight to claim a piece of my heart. What a … Continue reading
Don’t let him fool you—Poor Kyle was faking this grin. He was actually totally embarrassed to be riding on the teacups with me; to have his picture taken was the ultimate humiliation. All throughout my teenage years, I fantasised what … Continue reading
Our trip is nearly over, and by “nearly” I mean absolutely, definitely. All we have left is the drive home, and that’s never any fun. Can you blame me? I should think not—it’s 30 hours in a truck (albeit a … Continue reading
Have you ever noticed the way grown men huddle? They huddle. As in, when something engine-ish goes wrong, and one guy is standing in the driveway looking under the hood of the truck, suddenly that one man becomes two… and … Continue reading