What was more surprising was his ask to me to drive Betsy back with him. I couldn’t say no. She was on her last leg and I really wanted her to see the Great White North. So in mid-September I took the week off, flew Waterloo to San Francisco, met Mike early in the morning and we began our epic journey. The car was comfortably packed; anything that was left at BufferBox HQ West was now in travel with us. Mike got her a solid sound system and every hack under the sun to ensure she would survive the trip, and we headed for the bridge.
My first time driving Betsy was an unforgettable one, my legs were too short to reach the pedals, and the seat didn’t slide due to rust, so I sat on the seat edge the entire time in order to control our speed. Because I was shorter thank Mike, my view of the speedometer was obstructed by the steering wheel, so I’d have to hunch over if I ever wanted to check my cruising speed & then straighten up again to get my eyes on the road. Try that for 4 hours, calf stretches have never felt so good :)
We took turns switching on and off duty, sometimes because we were tired, other times because Betsy needed us to. We spun her for over 12hrs each day, she’d slow down, sometimes even decreasing in speed as we climbed hills- she was no doubt a trooper. Late into the night, Mike’s hack at an external dashboard light with a red glow would be the only way to check our speed, I’d like to believe it set an ambient glow for evening cruising.
That evening I headed home and crashed, glad to have discovered American terrain, glad to have experienced what many Canadian startup teams saw as they did the trip out West, and glad I took the time to roll with the long days. Mike and I are still friends, we hadn’t lost it on the trip. There were many a silent conversations, all of them equally enriching. I can fully understand why he grew to love Betsy so much, she’s part of the BufferBox family! Thanks for the good times Betsy.
Betsy, she’s one helluva girl. Irreplaceable and hard to forget.