Day 42-Massey, Ontario
Thessalon to Massey
Distance: 130 km
Temp: 26 degrees

So far today’s ride was one of the worst so far; the traffic was horrendous, probably owing to it being a long weekend, but not helping matters was the absence or decayed state of the shoulders (6 inches if we were lucky.)
I have never been more terrified on the bike as I was today, pulling into camp a twisted knot of spent adrenaline and nerves.

The worst moment was when we had a massive SUV overtaking a truck, coming in the other direction, so at the point they passed us we had a tractor-trailer, an SUV, and ourselves sharing a very small road.
This SUV must have been going over 140km/hour trying to pass this truck-so having a heaving mass of metal bulleting towards you at such high speeds gets the heart rate near the red line.
At the last minute we decided to ditch the road, and jump onto the gravel shoulder, forcing us off our bikes.
We were jumping up and down and giving the one-finger-salute we were so mad!
Lewis swore he saw the person in the SUV smiling as they went by.
I just can’t believe the stupidity of these people, obviously they don’t give a crap about us, but you’d think they would figure out how much it would ruin their day if they were to take us out.
The trucks were also especially bad today; every time one went by I found myself gritting my teeth, holding my breath and white knuckling my handlebars---I found I was running out of breath after a while.

A guy was killed on August 31st just a few days ago on the same roads that we’re on now-Highway 17-he wasn’t from our tour, but was near the end of his own ride across Canada-not very encouraging news for us.
We’re all feeling a little shell-shocked and strung out by the traffic and just want this part of the ride to be over.

In other news, we made it through a dinner galley crew without drama!
We still have tomorrow morning to get through but so far so good-perhaps there is even hope for us-the drama team!
I think the rest of the group was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t any night time entertainment.

I forgot to mention that we passed through White River the other day, home of the real Winnie the Pooh!