The Things We Do For... PIZZA!

PIZZA!

So, how far would you drive for pizza? When I finish here, I will twitter that I met a friend for pizza. That's plain enough, but I wouldn't be writing this if there weren't a story behind the story, and there is.

My friend who joined me rode his motorcycle through rain and snow flakes for over four hours to join me for a pizza in Lincoln, NH. He came down from Trois-Rivieres, Quebec, to have pizza. That's 233 miles each way (approximately374.977 152 kilometers in Canadian measurement). We spent about an hour and a half eating and talking before he remounted his bike and headed back north as he wanted to be home before 6 PM (that's 6 PM in Canadian time). Fortunately, the weather for him was better on the way back than on the way down. He said he was coming down for pizza, and that's what he did.

One thing I hadn't factored in was the fact that there was foliage, which brought out the leaf peepers from all over - we saw license plates from Texas, Georgia, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, and, of course, Massachusetts (many of whom I was glad I saw before they ran into me). Once I saw and approached the exit (maybe 1/3-mile away), it took me longer to get off the highway and to the pizzeria (maybe a mile) than the whole rest of the trip getting there (it's usually about 35 or 40 minutes for me). Cars waiting to exit queued up in the breakdown lane as the stop light on the main street let through five or six cars at a time before changing. It reminded me a lot of heading to the Weirs during Motorcycle Week.

Anyhow, it was great to see him, and we may do it again before year's end. I think next time he'll drive his car and maybe stay a bit longer. Of course, if I ever get my special card that allows me to travel in and out of Canada, maybe one of these months I can try some Canadian food.