We left at 8am for our new home in Clarenville, 2 hours north of St. John’s.
Much of our day was spent in transit.
Along with 5 races.
Entire communities rope off their front yards, and we go flying through at 80+ km/h. I’ll get an out-the-windsheild video this week, so you can see what it looks like.
While we were nervous for the race 1, it dissipated and by race 5 we were in a solid rhythm.
Michel has this calm, evenly metered voice that is so nice in my ear, compared to what’s outside my windshield: crazy roads, and scenery coming at me mega fast.
His voice never breaks, and he’s starting to pepper the commentary with observations like that drone line, which was so out of place it made me jacknife, and I almost bit the steering wheel.
In between races though, we are studious.
Our modified Micra dash.
The goal of the game is to cross the finish line at the exact right time, as monitored by the egg timer taped to our dash.
In race 2, we crossed the finish line at the exact moment the timer beeped, and we lost our minds with hyperness. Confirmed: a Micra steering wheel can handle a happy beating.
Didier has arrived! You know him, I’ve introduced you before.
Skipped out on dinner to nap; I’m wiped, and this is an endurance game.
So with that, I’ll leave you with my home this week TTYT
