To the road I will go
It took us until after noon had passed, and we did have to circle back while still in city limits to remember that all of us need coats, but that doesn’t keep travellers from the road. We even tested the limits of our endurance once the roofbox turned into the soundbox. Reason; like old men, our roof box needs both suspenders and a belt to keep closed. Unfortunately, with 100km winds, the belt pretends to be a guitar string, and even the dog was howling from that tune. Retighten, test, retighten and wrap and St-Jean-Port-Joli was just another place on the map, albeit behind us.
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