Summer’s End
Sun. Road. Porsche. With winter hibernation, fast approaching, it was time for the last 718 road trip of the summer. With no specific time limits on me, I am free to make my own way, at my own pace, back to home home. French Village, New Brunswick. This time around, I avoid our turbulent neighbour to the south, and chart a course through Canada exclusively. Never the most exciting drive in terms of G-forces, regardless, with the top down for 90% of the way, the Boxster cabin is a lovely place to spend 1200 km of Canadian countryside. Once I clear the foul and increasingly increasing levels of Ottawa traffic, the loop that skirts Montreal to the south is smooth sailing. From there, on the eastern outskirts of the big city, the speed ramps up noticeably as it always does, all the way to Quebec City. It’s something I’ve noticed over the past 30 years driving that particular stretch of road, people drive fast! If they’re anything like me, there’s a palpable sense of when finally away ...