I miss San Francisco :(

Well, here is my take on the last bit of our adventure:

Here I go again on my own...

Well, I lied, I'm sorry, Steve is with me. This is my side of the story. It was 6:30 AM, San Francisco, California. The early morning sun beamed through the thick San Francisco fog onto our comatose friend in the parking lot. We keep trying to pull the plug on the poor bastard but today will be the day. We boarded a bus at Union St. and headed for B.A.R.T. After arriving at the subway, we purchased our subway passes and headed for Oakland. It can't be that bad in Oakland. The train stopped at the Coliseum/Airport Station and we exited the train. Looking around, the first thing I noticed was an enormous building with the Oakland Raiders banner on it. Cool, this isn't so bad, it looks just like an industrial complex with a coliseum. We left the train platform and headed for the Oakland Pick-a-Part and met a girl there named Kashmir. Kashmir asked us a few questions about the car and we proceeded to explain our situation. She asked to see our papers. The confused look on our face and the disappointed look on Steve's made me realize what was going on. Morris wasn't ready to go to the big Laguna Seca in the sky just yet... Ass. We were directed to the Oakland DMV where we were to obtain proper forms and documentations so the charity could come collect Morris and we could begin the long trek back to the Great White North. While we were waiting in line at the DMV, a man started talking of rumors involving this particular outlet being closed for the day for unknown reasons. I started to panic and immediately got the number for the Canadian Embassy. It was around then that I heard a man's voice complaining about how "cold" it was, a female voice responded telling the man that she is from Canada and that she knows what real cold is. I shot around and confirmed what I had just heard. She told me she was from the prairies, this makes me happy due to the fact that there was a serious lack of Canadians. After meeting another Canuck, we entered the DMV and started the long complex process of registering a car that "was built on Sunday in the United States in a toolshed". I am sure Steve filled everyone in on the rest of the story.

In Sacramento we found that we had a slight problem due to the lack of bluetooths. Steve has teh epic Oakland video on his phone, but we has none way to bring it fourth to the laptop... But I have a plan, there has to be a bluetooth reciever somewhere in the Portland area... A bluetooth receiver for cheap. Steve says that bluetooth and windows xp don't get along, but I has teh computer college under my belt and hopefully that helps me.. If not, my plan B is hit up an AT&T dealer and borrow a USB cable and transfer teh video over... Unfortunately our stop in Portland yielded no results because we had no time. We had only 40 minutes to get a small charge, get Steve some food and find teh Wi-Fi. Upon entering an internet cafe (which I had no idea existed in this day and age), we wi-fi'd and figured everything out. Now it was time to get back to the bus station and get Steve some noms.

-Steve's Sammiches OR Bus Station Bingo-

We ran into the bus station cafe where Steve purchased two ham and cheese subs. I knew this wouldn't end well. Steve took a big swig of the stale (thats right, STALE) water, and took a bite of the sammich that he bought for $5.50, both were ass. About two hours after eating one, I began to feel strange, I woke Steve up and he started laughing hysterically while trying to spit out "That will hurt! About an 8 out of 10 if I am not mistaken!". After some severe lulz and stomach pains... It went away, it just left. Later on that day, I ran into a very angry Vietnam veteran from Texas... Long story short, he was a scary man...

Upon our arrival in Seattle, I sniffed out the arcade and busted out a bunch of games, the most impressing, bad ass one I did was dually pistols in "House of the Dead", I was icing those coagulated gravy and hot dog bun bastard zombies in no time. After that, Steve actually did something productive (unlike me), locating the big giant storage lockers. We put our things in the lockers and hit Seattle, looking for a pub. The downtown district is like a combination of the Granville Strip in Van and Victoria Street in Kamloops. We finally found a pub called "The Whiskey Bar" and went on in. After drinking a pint of the most bitter lager I have ever tried in my life, we left and made a break for the Mc Donalds. Inside the penny dropped for me with a horrible clang. The clock read 8:27, we had to be back at the bus station ready to go in 10 minutes. Our task ahead was pretty much our last aside from fighting off the living dead, otherwise known as the drug users in Vancouver. We made it back to the bus station with only mere seconds to spare. Right now as I am typing this, we are heading north on the I-5 towards Everett. Arriving in Vancouver, we got pwned right off the hop by Niko Bellic, the security guard. We arrived at 1:30 am, hungry, thirsty, and down right tired. He told us that we weren't allowed to leave the train/bus station because it is in lockdown. After a short talk, he pointed us to the head of security. Mr. Gill was his name, he was one of the nicer employees we have met aside from the bus driver. Mr. Gill let us in on a little secret. There was a gate, and when we went through it, we could go wherever we please. After a long night in the Downtown East Side, we were allowed entry into the bus station again. We met up with a girl there named Sacha, who kept us entertained until we parted ways on separate buses and took off on the final leg of our journey home.

The way home...

We were on the bus for about 20 minutes when I passed right out. About 20 minutes before Merritt, the bus started making Morris noises... Great... The bus then decided to just up and quit on us. The driver believed it was the turbo charger in the big gigantic engine in the back. About five minutes later, a rescue bus showed up and everyone but us boarded it. Another 10 minutes after that, a man in a pickup truck showed up, fixed the engine (turns out it was just a hose clamp that came loose giving the engine no compression), great! We were on our way again. After a short cat nap, we arrived in Kamloops, jumped in my car that was waiting for us at the Greyhound station, and ended our journey...

But don't think we are done just yet...

-Mitch