I'll ask a moderator (Dave?) to remove the intentionally-left-blanks, that didn't work as well as I'd hoped, mostly because I've been swamped since I got back. Yet another run-in with the County, things are looking a bit grim. I sure would hate to move this summer.
So I need a break, so I'll do a trip log entry:
One the road through Arizona, I caught up with this cool Cobra replica, it had a roof reminiscent of an Abarth Zagato, and saw another couple of cool cars out and about, and thought...
horizenjob wrote:
This thread is probably viral marketing for a new TV series to pick up where "Route 66" left off.
...good idea, time to get of the freeway at the Historic Route 66 marker. So I drove into Seligman, planning to blat to Kingman, but downtown I ran into 2000 or so of my closest friends in 700 or so of their classic cars. Yep, it was Fun Run weekend, the 22nd Annual.
So what the heck, I pulled over and registered, and waited for my commemorative license plate until #777 rose to the top. I oohed and aahed at the other cars--man, they were so sparkly--and had a great time until this conversation with a fellow Fun Runner:
"Did you build that?"
"No, I bought it from a friend."
"Too bad he sold it to you."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Because it looks like crap. My God, are those cat prints?"
The conversation deteriorated from there. In brief, he was offended that I didn't have enough respect for this legendary event--I hadn't even washed my car. I said Look, I'm just on my way home, I'd never heard of the Route 66 Fun Run, and he said Yeah right. He had me pegged as a poser playing oh-this-old-thing-it's-my-daily-driver. I told him yes, they were cat prints, they proved I hadn't had to spend every night in a motel and I was going to clear coat over them after I trailered it home from Kingman.
I got over my snit quickly enough, most everybody thought the Locost was pretty neat, and Wow, you're driving all that way and you've come from where? It actually did stand out in the crowd due to its rode-hard-and-put-up-wet, don't-salute-me-I-work-for-a-living panache.
So I got in line, cruised through greater urban Seligman, and finally reached the open road of Legendary Route 66. Where I was able to shift into second gear. Briefly. Then back to first. Repeat. I enjoyed that for the first hundred shifts or so, then realized cruising the distance to Kingman in first-second-first-second fit my vision of neither Fun nor Run, so I did a u-turn and went back to I-40. It was neat looking at the classic cars on the way back, and if I'm ever in those parts on Fun Run weekend again, I'm going to drive from Kingman to Seligman so I can wave at everybody. And use 5th gear.