All of a Sudden it’s Sunday Again

Sunday Sunday Race-day.  Went to the Indy this afternoon, and a behind-the-scenes tour on Thursday, both of which I’ll blog soon.

Productive week, fast week.  Killed it at work Wednesday, and will blog my Audi A3 review this week, which might be my best review yet. Although, my notes here for my Mustang review are coming together all right.

Friday night in Unionville. I was test driving the city, to see what it’d be like if I lived there.

Like it to visit, but no to living there.

I’m feeling over living downtown.

I can’t just go for a quick drive, something I’ve done my whole life. It’s 30 minutes just to get outside the city to any mildly interesting road.

Then, I got stuck in traffic this week, and it was this moment that tipped it all over.

70 minutes to go 2 km while trapped, no other routes to take and escape. This is no way to live.

Me photographing the Mustang on the weekend.

Black cars are tough to photograph.

And I timed it too, so I took the photos during “magic hour”, but mmm… looks kinda blob-y still, eh.

Night drive.

OMFG I’m behind here, I’m sorry. You can tell; it’s halfway through July and I should be at around 75 photos uploaded for the month, I’m at 50. Not doing this to bug you, I just have so much going on, and newspaper deadlines always will win over blog ones.

I’m around and not boarding any planes this week. I have to return the Mustang tomorrow, and pick up my Jetta that’s been sitting there for 3 weeks. Think it’ll start? I’m 80/20 that it will.

Found a secret waterfall during a walk.

I often walk out the door with only my phone, plus this:

My thinking is: 99% of the time I should be able to get myself out of a situation with $20.

Always a good week when you receive an envelope that comes from here. Saved it.

Proof I take the TTC.

That was en route to the “Canadian Tire Christmas House” this week, which was a neat first, and will blog about it later this week.

Thursday night, best night of the week.

What you can’t see is that except for me, the place was empty. It was great, I didn’t have to overhear / tune-out dumbness. My tolerance for whininess is decreasing quickly.

While I was eating the dinner Tuesday, the girl at the next table complained and whined the entire time; kinda made me lose my appetitte. Going on about something that happened when you were 8, like really.

kk I’ve got a couple big meetings this week, please keep your fingers crossed. This week’s column is about how the hippies and car racing community have more in common than they realize. And I’m still about 6 behind on video editing, coming soon, swear.

TTYT

xo Keri

 

The Great Water Assault of 2013

Monday afternoon, I returned the Range Rover Evoque, and picked up this week’s car – a 2014 Mustang GT 6-speed.

Stopped in Etobicoke for a burger, and to upload a news story.

Oh it’s raining now, should head home.

I took Lakeshore to avoid the parking-lot highway traffic, and then coming into downtown it turned into one of my most nerve-racking drives ever.

Because somehow I won the car lottery, and this Mustang belongs to a VP of Ford Canada.

Imagine?  Thanks for the trust, I’m 1 of 2 all summer huh? This stuff always happens to me.

I passed cars floating in the middle of intersections, you could almost see the water rising before your eyes.  It was the strangest thing ever.

I was impressed how calm the roads were, hardly any honking.

Non-residents: a freak of nature happened to the city last night, it was a rain assault.  90mm fell in 2 hours; the average July monthly rainfall is 74mm.

And poof, just like that Toronto was drowning.

And you saw the floating Ferrari California probably; the Toronto Star got the story behind it.

Check out BlogTO’s photo stream to see the carnage. The last photo is so odd. And here’s BlogTO’s “storm by the numbers” re-cap.  More than a hurricane-amount of rain in 2 hours!

The Mustang powered through no problem. The water was almost past the wells.

I got lucky and made it to the other side of the valleys, just before they became impassable. No no, like, made it home with 45-seconds-to-spare lucky #SoLucky

In the middle of the night, I woke up like GAH, went down to the garage, what if it flooded down there?

It started right away, and I sat there revving my first press V8 ahhh.