What happens when you mix three teens fresh out of high school, three broken down motor scooters, and four thousand two hundred miles? Oh, and add this: It's 1963. There is nothing even similar to a smart phone, a GPS, or for that matter, the internet. From a 2016 vantage point, it's ancient history.What happened makes for an engaging, often humorous and always astonishing true-life tale told from my own perspective as one of those three restless, reckless teenagers. Drawn not only from memory but also from a (to me) priceless journal which I kept faithfully through every surprising day of the twenty-three-day adventure. Naturally, the dialogue in this story is necessarily approximated as my journal, as detailed as it was, recorded only snippets of quotable speech. I can assure you, whatever was actually said during these exploits could not be far from what I've put down in this narrative. I firmly believe that in many instances my memory did, in fact, more or less precisely preserve verbatim exchanges, especially where high emotion was a factor -- and high emotion was a factor more often than not!Because time has separated me from my cronies to such an extent that I have been unable to track either of them down to acquire their blessing, I have chosen to leave last names out of the book, with the exception of my own. Events portrayed are true to the best of my ability to recount them, though I have exercised a small degree of dramatic license when memory and/or written journal entry failed to provide specifics.Our extended road trip was not a small thing to me then, and even now, looking back as a seventy-year-old man, it has only gained in import. It was perhaps the single most daring thing I have ever done, and it changed me forever. It is my fervent hope that I have managed to capture some of the magic of our "little" jaunt from Salt Lake City, Utah to Canada and back, in such a way that the reader comes away from it with a smile, as I do every time I think back on it.