This isn't a story of axle bustin, wheel bending, mud churning off road glory. It's just a quick story about a weekend run to shake off the cobwebs, put on a few miles and most importantly....pick up the bagels. Not just any bagels...Montreal Bagels. They are unquestionably, unequivocally the best bagels in North America.
A leisurely start, the beginning of the trip finds me gassing up about 9:00 a.m. in Mid-Western New Hampshire where I live.
I haven't had breakfast yet so I start looking for a place to stop. It's a bit colder than I had anticipated so I'm gonna add a couple of layers too.
First place I find looks promising, so I pull in.
In the Northeast this time of year, it's all about pancakes and maple syrup.
It was a poor year for maple syrup makers this year because the season was so short. That just means it's gonna cost a lot. For all you Log Cabin and Aunt Jemima syrup eaters....Real Maple syrup actually comes from a Maple tree...
Even stopped by a local inmates place since I was in the neighborhood...he wasn't in.
I guess he musta been out skiing
With a good breakfast under my belt, I continue north. It's an uneventful but scenic ride up the superslab through Vermont to the Canadian border.
Once over the border the geography changes drastically from the rolling hills and Green Mountains of Vermont, to the flat praries and farmlands of southern Quebec.
Getting closer to the target, crossing the mighty St. Lawrence.
The Montreal Skyline
St. Catherine Street was abuzz
Up St. Laurent to Fairmount
The top secret inner workings
Got my 2 dozen bagels, then off for the second part of my stop
You can't go to Montreal without having a smoked meat sammich at Schwartz's
It didn't suck...at all, unlike this pic of a satisfied customer