I ride the Greyhound bus.

I'm about twenty minutes away from getting on 'the pooch' to Toronto. My knapsack is packed, I am showered and seriously ready for a Canadian music experience at the Coolhouse. Broken Social Scene, here I come.

I have a love relationship with the Greyhound bus. I ride it everywhere. Between the city bus system, the Greyhound and the Go transit system, I really have no need of a car.

So, I to the station, book in hand. Bag packed with mushrooms and branflakes for easily accessible vegan snacks on the road.