We made it! To Canada, that is. Last night at the very tired hour of 10pm as we were approaching Detroit in hopes of reaching the new Dark Knight film at 10:30pm (Trevor can’t contain his urge to Batgasm, nor talk about the latest Batman film every 22 minutes) we actually crossed the damn border to be greeted by a customs official. In his Canadian accent (don’t you know you’re in Canada, ay) he told us we had to cross back into the US, prompting Ben to have a mild panic attach, Cristina to explain why she was driving with such bad American navigators (“I just found them on the road…”) and delaying our Detroit arrival a bit. Ah well, the joys of road-tripping with a faulty GPS system.
Earlier in the day, back in Cleveland after interviewing the green collar job folks, we picked up another Zimrider and college buddy, Matt Dietz. We interviewed a nurse, Veronica, who as a single mother was volunteering her time and efforts to canvass the neighborhood on behalf of Senator Obama and Change. In her free time, which she could be spending with her son, or making money with a side job, she stressed to us on camera and off, how she was volunteering to avoid the regret she’d feel post-election if she wasn’t part of the movement.
At a gas station, we overheard the most interesting conversations between pissed off drivers and the station’s attendants. “It’s $3.88 per gallon down the road and here it’s $3.98. Why are you guys trying to cheat us?” and “I have a $10 but please fill up only $5 dollars worth so I have $5 left tomorrow. ” One attendant asked to come with us on the trip, but he couldn’t leave his job, so we left and continued on down the road towards Detroit via Canada (?!)
Zimriding down the road…