taxlady

Forgive me for writing another story about peeing. But, you see, I'm Scandinavian and us Teutonic types are amused by peeing and pooping (farting is pretty good too).

In the early 80s I had a gig at a club in Chapais. I lived in La Macaza, QC. This was before the new road was built - the 113 - the one going north, that branches off the 117 before Val d'Or and goes through Senneterre and Lebel-sur-Quévillon. So, I had to drive south along the 117 until it became the 15, turn east on the 40 in Montreal. Then, I continued east on the 40 until Trois Rivières. From Trois Rivières, it was north  and east along the 155 until I passed Lac St-Jean. Somewhere near Lac St-Jean, after passing Roberval, I took the 167 north and west. The last town is La Doré. Then there is about 230 km through a park before you get to Chapais. There is a gas station and diner, somewhere between those two towns. I made a stop, gassed up, had some coffee, and used the facilities. It was the only building I saw. The whole trip is 869 km according to Google Maps.

Some of the scenery was spectacular. I thoroughly enjoyed the drive.

Of course, on the way home, it was the reverse. I headed into the long stretch between Chapais and La Doré. I was wearing my long underwear, a turtleneck sweater, a long sleeved one piece jumpsuit with a zipper down the front, a fleece lined leather jacket, hat, scarf, leather gloves, and boots. It was early winter. It was a real winter, like this one (2007). It was noticeably colder that far north.

Then I had to pee. No big deal, I could just pull over and go in the woods. Then I started to think about it. I would have to take off my jacket to pull down the jumpsuit. I would be out there with just the sweater to protect my top half from the cold and wind. Then, I thought about the top half of the jumpsuit. I would have to pull that up in front of me while I was squatting, so as not to pee on it. I would have to bare my bum to that weather. It all sounded far too complicated and brrr cold. I decided I would just have to tough it out, until I got to the gas station/restaurant. It took far too long to get there. It was probably another 100 kms. I managed not to have the horrible accident. But, I do not wear jumpsuits any more. I might consider one with a drop seat.

Here's link to a map of the route I took.
https://www.google.com/maps?saddr=La+Macaza,+QC+J0T+1R0,+Canada&daddr=45.629267,-73.8391673+to:Chapais,+QC,+Canada&sll=48.3527636,-73.4668129&sspn=11.2963207,22.6315407&t=m&geocode=FVG5xAIdTEqN-ymTRZiwjYfPTDGwWdvDSozzWQ%3BFVM_uAIdwU2Z-ynDgzq6LSbJTDEIVf_ywH_mFw%3BFcKd9wIdgNeJ-ym37oRnRufmTDEokZO6byo56Q&via=1&z=7

I'm awake at far too early o'clock because I want to beat rush hour traffic. I will be heading to Swedish Auto to have winter tires put on Lars (my 1993 Volvo) and have the oil changed. Oh phooey. I should have asked swestrup to help me put the tires in the trunk. He's asleep now. I don't think I'll be out the door by 07h00. The tires are on steel rims and heavy.