When it was time to devise an epic 10-city vocalization debate from Toronto to Halifax, we done dual calls: initial we asked Ford of Canada if they had any vehicles done for Canadian highways (which is kind of like seeking Sidney Crosby if he has any sticks done for ice hockey). Then we asked my recently late Mom if she’d come along as my roadie. We’ve never trafficked usually by ourselves before, and we know my Mom can frame down a projector shade with a speed of a Formula One array stop.  I’ve always believed any tour is usually as special as a people we share it with. We arrived to find a Deep Impact Blue Ford Mustang watchful for us during a Toronto Airport. Now we trust a tour is also as special as a automobile in that we select to expostulate it.

I’ve never been in a flesh automobile before, and it feels…strong. Despite a absolute 310 horsepower engine underneath a hood, we’re in a 2.3L EcoBoost that delivers illusory mileage. My Mom nicknames her Mustang Sally. She has bucket seats, a 6-speed delivery that glides into gear, and a dashboard that lights adult like a overpass of a USS Enterprise. With Sally’s selected fastback and black rims, we’re branch heads in a city where heads don’t pivot unless there’s good reason. My Mom tells me to delayed down, as Moms do.  “I’m usually going 60!” we tell her.  In a Mustang, it’s the rest of a world that feels slow.

We examine Bucket List sites like Toronto’s Casa Loma castle, and afterwards strike a highway to Lindsay for a speak during a internal college.  Mustang Sally cooking adult a well-developed farming roads, zapping behind on a highway for a discerning revisit to a Diefenbunker, one of a quirkier equipment on a inhabitant bucket list.  Words destroy a weirdness of being in an huge fort built to immigrate a cupboard in a eventuality of a full-blown thermonuclear war.

There should also be a word to report a feeling of nearing during a imagination hotel in a automobile that impresses a cheuffer attendant. When we palm a Mustang’s keyless fob to a cheuffer during a Westin in Ottawa, his face lights up. Up front is an Italian sports car, though Mustang Sally is removing all a attention.

Onwards to Montreal, where we try my best to roller a station call on St Lawrence, we barter out Sally for cherry-red Focus ST. It’s a proud expostulate with a copiousness interior, permitting my Mom to extract in her favourite highway outing pastime: descending defunct in a newcomer seat. we swear she could nap by a complicated steel concert.

 

Robin Esrock with Focus ST

Robin Esrock takes a road-side print op with his Focus ST

 

“The Nova Scotian Tourism Board should give an endowment to a New Brunswick Highway Corporation,” a man tells me outward of Saint John.  He’s referring to a double-lane blacktop tranquillity of New Brunswick’s roads, permitting me to suffer a copiousness energy of a 2.0L EcoBoost Focus.  Given her inclination for naps, my Mom is ironically disturbed I’ll nap off during a wheel. To encourage her, we arrange a frigid bear drop in a Bay of Fundy during Spa Chance Harbour, that provides copiousness of fuel injection for a soul. Moncton’s Magnetic Hill is sealed since of a sleet still remaining from a region’s worst-ever winter, so we beeline for a engineering marvel of a Confederation Bridge. we horde a trivia night during my favourite pub in Atlantic Canada, and take my Mom on a “Best of Prince Edward Island” drive, visiting a Prince Edward Island National Park, a Gulfshore Parkway, Cavendish and North Rustico. We strike a patch of sleet though a front anti-lock stop complement kicks in ensuring we’re in finish control throughout. We lift adult to unusually views of sandstone cliffs, dunes, and inlets still enormous with sea-ice. It’s my Mom’s initial revisit to Atlantic Canada. Days like these assure me it won’t be her last.

Back opposite a bridge, we Bluetooth SYNC® one of my favourite podcasts on a final widen to Halifax. My Mom takes over pushing duties, adjusting a cabin heat to her preference, and admittedly, a Focus fits her some-more than a robust Mustang. That being said, a stylish front-grille and trappings make this anything though a Mom car. After an eventuality in overwhelming Peggy’s Cove, we take my mom along a coastal expostulate to a UNESCO World Heritage Site of Lunenburg, interlude off during Mahone Bay to admire a perspective of a Three Sisters.  It never occurred to me how many Atlantic Canada Bucket List equipment can be ticked off on a brief highway trip.  Or how most fun one can have with their Mom – even if she keeps reminding we to mount adult straight, and delayed down

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