Sorry, David, but my camera died along with my MSD (and now my starter). However, the other guys have cameras and have been taking videos and stills. I'm sure they will post when they get home and have time.
Yesterday was a total blast. The rain finally stopped, and we went for a great run north up the Icefields Parkway; 300km of great roads, incredible scenery, and even better company. Blake's clutch slave went, but he had a spare and so Doug and his son's friend (along for the ride) had him on the road in no time.
There were lots of stretches where we found ourselves cooking along at speeds that even David would find satisfying.

Incident one:
My starter is not working so, when I pulled into a gas station at Lake Louise, I had to leave the car running while I waited for a suitable pump to vacate (ie one from which we could push start my car). As I was sitting there, a cop appears out of nowhere, and starts giving me a hard time about how loud my exhaust is. He claims he was working in his nearby office, and thought "a bunch of Harleys had pulled in." Fortunately, he did not write me up.
Incident # 2
At a gas station near the icefields, I had the following exhange with the gas station attendant as my car sat there idling:
Attendant: Your car has a four four cylinder, right?
Peter: (stunned pause, as the car sat there rumbling -- like a whole pack of Harley's, apparently) Yup. (pause) Well, actually, it has a V-8.
Attendant: The later ones all came with four cylinders, though.
Peter: Oh yeah. Those were a lot faster, and they sounded really, really mean.