The construction cones did look very Halloween. The US has white and orange cones.
It’s the little differences.
I didn’t actually see this. Echoes Husband found out from some guys at the youth hostel. I had told him my story about the alarm clock of police activity. He found out that there was a drunk guy running around in his underwear inspired by some girls in costumes from the convention. I did embellish though; he had lost his towel/cape by the time the cops showed up.
At one point we were inching along through traffic with me carrying the bumper behind because it was still attached with the tail light wires. I felt like I was carrying the train of a very large bride. Echo jumped out of the RV and helped me tape the bumper back on long enough to get through customs.
An R/V’s back hangs really far out from the tires. When we changed lanes, the sharp turn nocked the back bumper into the retaining wall next to us. We were two cars away from the boarder crossing. Hilarity Ensues.
We got a jump in the parking lot and stalled at the loading dock. One of the security guys laughed at me when I asked if the battery would just re-charge itself if we drove it long enough. Took 3 hours to get a jump from a trucker and drove until we found a Canada Tire (small wall mart with auto shop). It was 5am and we were worried that if they couldn’t help us we’d be really stranded so we left the engine running when we went to sleep. It’s a diesel R/V. Once the shop opened the mechanic hooked it up to a monitor and said the battery was fine.