I mounted the beast and joined my buddy Duane for an excursion into Atlantic Canada. We headed east across "The Airline", state route 9. Except for a few stretches with some horrendous frost heaves and potholes, the road was good. It seemed that the 55 mph speeds limit signs were just there for looks as the rate of travel was a pretty good pace.
The clams were just as good as the last time I was there, perhaps a decade ago. We zipped back to Bangor across the Airline rather than exploring other routes. All in all a very good day!
