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...wanted to check it. Because we both were too lazy and neither of us took auto-shop in high school, we decided to ignore light and the buzzing and put off worrying about the car until daylight. So we drove the car the rest of the distance to Montreal. When we arrived at the border patrol, some guy who spoke broken English asked to see our passports. Of course, we did not have any, nor did we have any registration for this broken-down car. Like the overpayed, underqualified civil service worker he was, the border patrolman...
Biggest problem so far. We are in Montreal ,and we don't know the language. How are we going to explain to the auto mechanic that our car is piece of shit. Unfortunately, no gas station was open at 5:30 in the morning so we were unable to practice our Franco-English. C' est la vie. (It's the only French phrase I know.) In fact, the only thing that was open was a 24-hour peep show which only losers go to. And, losers that we are, we went in and spent some time there until we were...
...must get back to the story about "Bob's" car. After leaving L'axe Cabaret, we spent the night driving around Montreal for hours looking for a car mechanic who spoke English. We finally found one, and it turned out that we drove about 500 miles without any oil. That, I was told, would "fuck the car up." If you saw the Castrol Motor Oil commercials, you can understand what happened...
...fixed at this Esso station (thank God, this place took VISA), we started to drive back to Boston. It was around 11 pm or so. We decided to take I-93 because that would save us at least 2 hours of driving. Since the gas prices in Montreal were ridiculously high, we decided to fill up once we got past the border. However, once we crossed the border, we could not find a single gas station open past midnight. So we were stranded in the middle of nowhere without gas. We pulled the car into a gas station and went...
Like Houston and Streisand, Dion got an early start. The youngest of 14 children in a musical family, she belted out French songs at the age of five, standing atop tables in a restaurant owned by her parents in a small town near Montreal. At 12 she made her first recordings and soon became la p'tite Quebecoise (little Quebecker), the darling of the whole province. Dion admits to losing a big chunk of her childhood, but not to any regrets. "My favorite game was to sing," she recalls. At 15 she dropped out of school because, she says...