@Ceili,
I've got good Sudbury stories and bad Sudbury stories.
My favourite Sudbury story goes back to the summer of 1978. I was living in Tundra Bay (Thunder Bay), working on a co-op engineering work term for the Ministry of the Environment doing air and water quality monitoring (there are a thousand stories around that job). I was to go back to Waterloo for the next semester.
Plane strike! no train or bus tickets to be obtained to get back to Southern Ontario.
A friend took his old station wagon off the blocks it had been living on that summer and he drove from Waterloo to Thunder Bay (15 or 16 hours). I got in from a work trip, loaded my possessions in the old Woodie and I started driving toward Kingston (18 hours of driving).
Just before we go to Sudbury, Gourdo told me that the Woodie basically had no brakes, so I wouldn't be able to stop the vehicle at any red lights on a down slope - Sudbury is verra verra verra hilly. I had to drive through town in the right lane - and keep turning right if the light turned red (and pray we were the first vehicle in that lane when the light turned red).
We made it to Kingston, and then drove to Waterloo. Two days later, the police pulled over the Woodie and took it off the road. Unsafe to drive
