Pure Gold

"Rock out with your cock out, jam out with your clam out"
This is probably the funniest line ever.It pretty much sums up the MotoGp trip.
Jokes, Cheesecake Factory and Carpaccio goodness, Russell Peters in the hotel room, shopping madness give me 4 minutes till closing and I can still spend, getting picked up by a Torontonian in Indianapolis while being emo pissy, in the van sleeping for hours, Ihop, TARGET pms binge for snack foods, search for 24hour walmart = Failed.

All in all good times. Road trips are awesome!

Vroom Vroom!

Insert *blaring motorcycle loud obnoxious muffler like noises* here.
Woohoo off to the land of the Bush and its wonderful target stores with its cool 24 hour walmarts. I can't wait to drink cherry coke, eat potato chips you can't get here and talk with my southern accent. I can't wait to interact with AMERIcans.
Har and drink beer and stuff my face and fistfight with terrorists.

Goodbye shritty Canada!