It took seven years, dozens of trips to New York, Chicago, Washington DC, Quebec City, big trips to Nova Scotia and Florida, but there I was, on the Lake Shore Blvd, stopped at a red light at Leslie Ave, at 200,000km. I even survived driving off a cliff with this car after one of the best days of my life and it just happened to be the same part of the world I met Robert Frank. No joke. I love my Cavalier.
