Well, I didn't actually get to go to this show, but I did have a little adventure when I attempted to go.After the London show, I stayed at a place on the outskirts of London. The next day I left at around noon for the Montreal show. Driving there really sucked, since I was stuck on little 2 lane highways with really low speed limits. A couple hours into my journey, something strange (and scary) started happening. The car started shaking violently, and was making scary clunking noises. I had no idea what was wrong, so I drove a little ways hoping that it would go away. I had no such luck, so I pulled over to see what was wrong.
I know absolutely nothing about cars, so I didn't know what to look at when I pulled over. I wanted to feel like I'd done something though, so I checked the fluid levels and looked under the car and stuff. Of course I didn't see anything.
I tried calling my dad, but just my luck he wasn't home. I got back on the road, and drove for a while hoping things would improve.
The car continued to shake and make scary noises, so I pulled over at the first gas station I saw (which was quite a way, I was in Canada after all). They told me that the only place that would be open would be the Canadian Petroleum down the street. Apparently down the street has a different meaning in Canada. When I think of down the street, I think of a few blocks, maybe a mile or so. I drove for a while, and didn't see it, so I got really worried. The last thing I needed was to be stranded in the middle of no where.
Finally I saw the Canadian Petroleum. I went inside and talked to the boy at the counter. He completely restored my faith in the Canadian stereotype. He was friendly and jolly and said, "eh?" a lot. He told me that they first had to run a diagnostic test to see what was wrong, and then fix it if they could. He gave my car priority since I was from out of town and everything, which I was really thankful for. I waited while they looked at the car, and it didn't take nearly as long as I would have thought. The boy came back and explained what was wrong with the car, but said that it was drivable. He recommended that I drive home and have it fixed there. He didn't even charge me for the diagnostic test! I was disappointed that I was going to miss MTX, but glad that it wasn't worse.
I thanked the people there, then went to call my dad. I explained what was going on, then left for home. I had to drive really slow to keep the car from falling apart, so it took a really long time. Plus it seemed extra long since Canada is basically empty and is terribly boring to drive in.
Eventually I reached home, quite exhausted and frustrated with the whole thing. What an aweful lot of trouble to go through to miss MTX!