210 miles.
The time to leave Toronto came too soon. We bid Wally farewell and many thanks, and made tracks for Buffalo. While Davide was detained at the border for attempting to smuggle maple syrup (just kidding), I caught up with Jack! Remember him from Austin, TX?
Alas, Buffalo was stuck in a thick fog and we couldn't do much sightseeing in Jack's hometown. Fueled by some buffalo wings, we pressed south.
With him on his DRZ-400, Davide on a F650GS, and me on a Vespa GTS 250... we made a ragtag party. Destination: Bandcamp XVI.
Whatever happened to the whole solo scooterist thing?
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