Heading up into Canada was a time to remember. Coming from up from long island we knew the trip would take upwards to ten hours. We didn't care; the trip was half the fun. So there we were heading north on the New York State thruway with nothing but wind at our backs and good times ahead. Twirling my tungsten carbide ring around in my fingers I could see the reflection of the sun bouncing of the unscathed metal. We had made the decision to purchase the rings almost in haste as we were preparing for the wedding but we had yet to really decide whether or not they were worth the cost.
We started early that Friday morning; getting our breakfast at a local bagel shop. I can still remember the scent of the store as we entered before the sun had risen. The man behind the counter was an elderly man in his late 50s or early 60s and had actually commented on the tungsten. Mentioning he had once owned one himself he said an unfortunate accident had cause it to break unexpectedly and that he would advise anyone looking at rings to not get one. We shrugged the comments off though as we headed out the door and off on our journey.
Going up to Canada took us about ten hours and we stopped only rarely to eat and relieve ourselves. By the time we finally hit the border however we had to wait another hour and a half to actually get to the crossing. By the time we were in front of the border patrol agent he barely looked twice at us besides to talk about our rings. According to him tungsten was a spectacular choice which had not yet scratched or wavered in the time he had been wearing it.
At last we made it to Montreal and established ourselves at our hotel where we were staying before heading out for the night. Skipping from bar to bar meeting people that neither of us would ever see again we eventually made it a bar called the Mad Hatter. I can still recall the image of the Mad Hatter logo on full display right outside. Going up to the top deck I looked over the ledge just barely to get a peek of the street view. Still holding my ring in my hand I let it loose for the slightest moment and it dropped right onto the street.
I immediately rushed to wife and let her know what happened. We both darted outside to find the reasonably new ring split right in two. We both stared at each other in amazement as we simultaneously recalled the conversation at the bagel shop. Then she commented on the border patrol agent we had seen just a few hours ago. I guess the bagel shop guy was right. We had to start making plans for picking a new one when we made it back to the island.
We started early that Friday morning; getting our breakfast at a local bagel shop. I can still remember the scent of the store as we entered before the sun had risen. The man behind the counter was an elderly man in his late 50s or early 60s and had actually commented on the tungsten. Mentioning he had once owned one himself he said an unfortunate accident had cause it to break unexpectedly and that he would advise anyone looking at rings to not get one. We shrugged the comments off though as we headed out the door and off on our journey.
Going up to Canada took us about ten hours and we stopped only rarely to eat and relieve ourselves. By the time we finally hit the border however we had to wait another hour and a half to actually get to the crossing. By the time we were in front of the border patrol agent he barely looked twice at us besides to talk about our rings. According to him tungsten was a spectacular choice which had not yet scratched or wavered in the time he had been wearing it.
At last we made it to Montreal and established ourselves at our hotel where we were staying before heading out for the night. Skipping from bar to bar meeting people that neither of us would ever see again we eventually made it a bar called the Mad Hatter. I can still recall the image of the Mad Hatter logo on full display right outside. Going up to the top deck I looked over the ledge just barely to get a peek of the street view. Still holding my ring in my hand I let it loose for the slightest moment and it dropped right onto the street.
I immediately rushed to wife and let her know what happened. We both darted outside to find the reasonably new ring split right in two. We both stared at each other in amazement as we simultaneously recalled the conversation at the bagel shop. Then she commented on the border patrol agent we had seen just a few hours ago. I guess the bagel shop guy was right. We had to start making plans for picking a new one when we made it back to the island.
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