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By this point I desperately needed some sanity, so I decided to go out for a walk on my tod. I told Yeti that I'd be back later. He opened his eyes and grunted a bit.
I'd had just about as many greasy breakfasts as I could take for a while, so I stopped in on some chain café thing and bought myself a large cup of tea.
Sanity slowly starting to return.
It was brassy as hell outside, so I got myself a woolly hat (that would be duly lost on the last night - damn!) and wandered round the streets of Toronto, taking photos and generally being a tourist. Got to see the bell that was used in the first Batman film (the one that drops down the tower at the end) - ooooooooo! Saw the Skydome - ahhhhhhh. Went up the CN Tower - mmmmmmm.
The CN Tower was actually really amazing, and whilst up there I took the opportunity to get some likely young lads to pose with an Airtight sticker, thereby (unbeknownst to them) taking part in the highest BBC publicity stunt ever. Rah!
When I got back to the hotel everyone was getting their stuff together to head out to this warehouse park thing that the locals had invited us to. It was actually a really cool set-up - the winters over there are even worse than ours, so a group of riders had teamed up and rented a small place, where they'd built a spine with a sub box, a jump box, grind ledge and a wallride.
Loads of guys ended up turning up and a really good session went down. Mike was riding really well - wallrides over the spine, tailwhips etc, etc. Once again, my flash failed me, so sorry about that, guys, but Grant got some video footage of it, so I'll put that up as soon as I get it.
Yeti had an unfortunate moment when his chain snapped, resulting in a beauty of a shiner. Grant also took it pretty bad at some point, but got up and kept riding. I bought a cool t-shirt off this guy called Ben which was a bargain. Basically it was just a really nice, laid-back scene made up of really sound guys, so thanks to all of them for making us feel so welcome.
We got home then went out for tea. Now for some stupid reason, we decided to go to Hooters on the one night that we all felt like death. Ah well, it was still good - well, the food was actually crap, but there were lots of waitresses walking round in hotpants, so it was swings and roundabouts really. Mike was definitely impressed with the place and even bought two shirts! One of them was a classy white, long-sleeved number that he assured me would help him gain entrance to the classier clubs in Warrington. We were also all given some nice 'I [heart] Hooters' stickers, which now adorn our bikes.
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