Us3 went up to Canada for disasterdaze and enjoyed ourselves well with easy bordercrossings and old milwaukee. I made it back part way back across the border witha tow-truck driver... he apparently owns two knuckleheads worth a million dollars a b17 and a p51. Why not believe him? He got me home. I just kept looking back at the bike wishing I had spent more time working on it the past 2 months. Fuck... now I'm the liar. However you call me you cant take the little bit of campfire smoke I breathed and Cascade air back from about 24hrs across the border north of Seattle.