August 12: I spent a few hours in customs and managed to get my bike out. I started the ride to my mother's home in Philadelphia - the last stop on my Motolindy tour. I made it to the Canandian-US border. (might I actually pull this whole trip off?). I was pretty exhausted and when the border guard asked me what country I was coming from, I said, "Canada". She put her hand in her face and just shook her head.
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