We met up with Nolan and his clan (Jenn, his wife, Graham, his nephew, and HIS wife Pat) in Beaufort where we showed them around the waterfront and took them to dinner. The next day we headed towards Christiansburg and finally hit the foothills of the Smokey mountains (Graham and Pat had never been North of Florida - they live in England). I totally forgot that he wasn't pulling his car/trailer with a diesel and just kept the cruise set at 68 and hummed right along on those long, STEEP uphills on I-81N. Later, at the lunch stop, Graham told me Nolan's Dodge SUV was practically redlined a few gears down trying to keep up.
Sorry Nolan.....
After Carlisle, the Nolan clan was headed to Memphis so Pat could go to the home of her Idol, Elvis and see Graceland. How cool is THAT?
We actually had an extra distance award at the dinner, because ALL of the Spyder owners towed or trailered their cars to the meet. Teresa recommended we give it to the person without a car who had come the farthest to get to the meet, and that turned out to be....Graham, from Cambridge, England! He looked tickled pink, believe me!
The roads around Carlisle just keep getting better and better, especially after seeing nothing but straight roads near Beaufort all Winter. The rides to dinner were amazing....winding roads through some of the most beautiful farmland imaginable. We left the lunch-time 50's diner on Friday after everyone else because Bill Drayer wanted Kathy, an avid quilter, to meet his Mom, an equally avid, if just a bit older, quilter, too. So we took a left out of the parking lot when everyone else took a right. We had gone a few blocks when I noticed Nolan's car, with Graham driving (he's from England, so the steering wheel is on the wrong side for him. too) trailing us at a short distance. Bill didn't notice, so he just kept going at his usual spirited pace. We headed down into this gorge, went through a couple of sweeping "S" turns (where Kathy was beating on me to not keep up with Bill's pace) and eventually found ourselves at Bill's Mom's house. Graham pulls up and shouts out the window; "This doesn't look like the show field!!"
On the ride to dinner on Friday, Bill was leading the cruise when he started to pull out of a stop sign and his throttle cable broke. He pulled over and everyone kept on the cruise so I stopped (I was in the middle) to help. We had the old cable out and the new one in installed in under ten minutes, including clean-up. Thank God for Leatherman multi-tools and the wire cutter provided!! Then we took a short cut to dinner to meet everyone as they pulled in.
Whew!
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