(Friday) The car hit the normally-we-don't-celebrate-it-but-this-is-so-wheel-of-fortune-type-important-number of 25,000 kilometres while I was on my way to Toronto. The hit occurred about 1 kilometre pass James Snow Parkway exit, right about the truck inspection station, in Halton Hills.

(Saturday) 13 hours (well, only 5 of those hours are tripping, rest are in fellowship), 3 cities (1 new), 1 pretty river, 9 people, 1 shotgun, 7 went the long way for McD's, 2 went the smart way for Italian, 1 serious injury (as in losing-half-your-pants injury), 0 plays, 1 detour, 144.4 kilometres. There's not much in Stratford, but it does look pretty good. The thing about being in a new place for me is that I constantly think about how to play the amazing race here...and I got a few ideas here and there that are just pretty dumb. Anyway, spent a lot of time with Roger here, which is good.

(Sunday) 7 hours, 6 cities, 6 people, 1 car, 1 shotgun, 2 inconspicuous haircuts, 3 wandering souls, 0 frames of bowling, 5 bowls of noodles, 3 bubble teas, 3 McD meals, 77.2 gas (81.9 Waterloo), 313.8 kilometres. I scored almost 900 kilometres just for this weekend...scary, eh? Anyway, driving was a good exercise (albeit a bit environmentally unfriendly). Francis' back, MuTao's back, it's all good.