Saturday, Far North . . . Well, not so far north.
It is decided a trip into town is required, to test the Accent's small town abilities, and to get butter tarts. It's only taken half a tank of gas to go about 300 km, which is probably $30 or so. Town is a slow moving walkable feast - people randomly walk all over the road, tourists park all willy nilly, and everyone talks to each other.
I decide to take a snap of the Accent under one of the town's longest standing landmarks, the General Store. I barge right in with the car, but it's cute enough to get away with it. Jayne and Sarah stand across the street, pretending they don't know me.
The highway into, and hence out of, town is a windy two-laner in great shape. It's a fun ride, and the car handles nicely. It's a blast to drive.