58th Ave, Queens, New York

When Noah and I were on the way to the airport to catch our California flight, the ole Subie suddenly died.  Unbelievably, we stopped dead next to a week long parking spot and we just rolled it in there and caught a cab to the airport.  Upon our return, Graham dropped me off, and I rendezvoused with AAA and got'er fixed right up. A very odd way to end this adventure. March, 2013.

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