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The Foggy Road From Kingston to Toronto
Apr. 16th, 2002 06:13 pmGods, what a week it's becoming!
Late last night, I rode out to Kingston and back. Siobhan was hit with the pain she gets from an on-going medical problem, and had to stop in Kingston on her way back from Montreal with her buddy.
They sat in the car in a motel parking lot; the motel owner refused to give a goth boy and a crusty punk any help.
The ride from Toronto was slow; a warm weather front moved in to south western Ontario and blanketed Highway 401 with dense fog. Goth boy phoned and told us that Siobhan had passed out and we panicked; we called an ambulance. We were still 150 kilometres away from Kingston.
Siobhan sent the ambulance people away. Later, goth boy told us, "The sirens attracted some of the locals, but nobody seemed very eager to help."
It was half-past midnight when we finally got there. It was almost 4 am when we got home. Siobhan is still sick as a dog.
Late last night, I rode out to Kingston and back. Siobhan was hit with the pain she gets from an on-going medical problem, and had to stop in Kingston on her way back from Montreal with her buddy.
They sat in the car in a motel parking lot; the motel owner refused to give a goth boy and a crusty punk any help.
The ride from Toronto was slow; a warm weather front moved in to south western Ontario and blanketed Highway 401 with dense fog. Goth boy phoned and told us that Siobhan had passed out and we panicked; we called an ambulance. We were still 150 kilometres away from Kingston.
Siobhan sent the ambulance people away. Later, goth boy told us, "The sirens attracted some of the locals, but nobody seemed very eager to help."
It was half-past midnight when we finally got there. It was almost 4 am when we got home. Siobhan is still sick as a dog.
