After enduring some mechanical issues, we limped the van to Prince Albert.
We got into town really late, but just in time to get a bite to eat at Boston Pizza.
We ate our food and got back in the van to go our hotel room. Glenn drove from La Ronge to Prince Albert, and this was the first time I drove the van since the arduous trek across Highway 165. I immediately noticed the brakes were really soggy. I asked Glenn if he knew the brakes were busted. He said they started going limp a few hundred kilometers ago. WOW! We limped it to the hotel and knew right away the problem: Vacuum pump.
The next day, we had many fixes necessary. We added a mechanical oil pressure gauge, we replaced the IDI vacuum pump, and we checked everything over.
We had to spend an extra day in Prince Albert because our Vacuum Pump needed to be ordered from Edmonton. While we were there, we strolled around town and visited the local museum.
It doesn’t take long to walk around this town. Everything is relatively close together.
Once we finished all the repairs, we took off westward to make up some time. We heard some rattling on the roof rack, where we keep our spare scooters in case we break down too far from civilization to walk.
Turns out on one of the nights we stayed in Prince Albert, some dumbshit cut all our ratchet straps in order to try and steal our scoots. But the numbskull didn’t realize we had a thick bicycle lock on the scooters, so cutting our straps is just a waste of time. Wherever you are dumb-dumb, I hope you are not doing well.