Crossing over from Detroit into Windsor we take the first chance we have to pull over and snag an utterly sacrosanct cup of Tim Horton’s coffee. Softly, reverently even, Rusty mutter’s through a placid smile: “You suck and I’ve missed you.”. Sometime’s home tastes like a comforting cup of piss poor coffee. Oddly, it’s as sweet as hot laundry in the middle of winter. Nice to see you Canada. We’ve missed ya.