We woke up on the ferry from Argentia NL to North Sydney NS.  We got some geocaches in NB NS and PE today.  Stopping over in Fredericton NB.  Tomorrow we head to Quebec City where we will hand over the car to Anton.  We fly home on Tuesday.

We won the Grand Touring Division!  Results are final. 1:43 penalty.

Time to start home.  Tomorrow we board the 16 hour argentia ferry to nova scotia.

Fastest speed on the rally for us 119kph

We started out in first today, surprisingly.  We held on through some tough sections.  We finished first in GT. 

The old Mustang (not dads) rolled.  Noone injured.  She finished.

We won.  Final scores tomorrow.  We are wearing champagne.

The coveted finishers medal we gots.   The car isn’t damaged at all.

One more day and hopefully the coveted finishers medal.

We started in 2nd place and I think we held it.  We may have moved closer to the leaders.  Unlikely we will overtake them, veterans who have won it. 10 sections today.  Our favorite of the rally ran 2 times today: Bonavista. It is a tight technical section in town with 29 turns in 5k.  2 second windows tomorrow and we finish in st johns.

Standing on the headland at the mouth of Little Catalina Bay, heather and lichens underfoot clinging to mammoth lodes of shale, the rock crazily tilted off level and edges shredding away looking like blown-down straw.

The wind has eased, and it carries the sound of the GT40 over from town, 2 km away, as the Ford hurtles along the sea road. You see the blue splash gain speed, then the howl of the Gurney-Westlake V8’s open intake stacks follows in a few seconds.

29 turns in five kilometers. Starts at Cemetery Hill and winds down to the waterfront. Along avenues, alleys, and paths, passing picket fences and garden sheds almost close enough to touch. “Hard left into hard right into severe right then CAUTION steep downhill left at tee – don’t cut”, the turns come as fast as your co-driver can call ’em out.

We ran it twice. Second time around, the pavement was covered with black tracks laid down by the Targa cars; and there were hundreds of townspeople watching, cheering the circus.