Mon Tour de l'Ile de Nuit

Thinking at first there may have been a nuclear blast or some sort of attack on Montreal, we were forced to circle the entire island Friday night in order to get from point A to B (or I to M). Kilometers of streets were cordonned off, cop cars, flashing lights, traffic and barricades aplenty. At a snail's pace, we screamed, cursed, honked, blasted music, sang and laughed: an amazing type of road rage.
The irony of it all is that all these streets were cordonned off for the Tour de l'Ile de Nuit. I preferred my tour de l'ile.