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I will call Becky at the Hotel first thing in the AM.                                                                     If you want to have a late breakfast , I live close to RT 81 exit 14,  "Chambersburg PA"     there is a Cracker Barrel there .    Its' 20 minutes north of Hagerestown MD                 717  860  eight 4 7 six   ~Alan
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Well, SHOOT!  I know a LOT of people were looking forward to seeing your car (have you ever given it a name or will it be another nameless wonder?) but family comes first - I know it has for me in recent years and for a lot of others on here and we all unnahstan.  

It still sucks, though.   I mean, you've been getting to Carlisle, like, Fo'Evah!

Still, there's always Lime Rock and Watkins Glen.....  And we just put a new memory foam bed in the guest room......   And we're less than two hours from Lime Rock and two hours from the Gallos and Fredrick Feufeu out on Cape Cod, yah know???? (hint)

Speedsters Meet Spyders in Carlisle #13 is history and in the books. 
Two days of beautiful, sunny weather and two days of rain.
Concerns about turners being added to the show was a non-issue. 
The Carlisle show was much bigger this year. 
Awards presented at the Saturday evening awards dinner were: 
Busted Knuckle: Kelly Fraser
Retro awards (2015):
   Hotfoot award:  Toni Zimmer
   Good Samaritan award: Danny Piperato
   Hero award: Ron Mullis
Longest distance traveled awards:
   MG - Al Greig; La Grange, Illinois
   550: Lenny Cuccureddu; Bristol Connecticut
   356:  Jim Kelly; Sant Cruz, California
Thanks to all for another super weekend - in spite of the weather.
Hope to see everyone back next year!
Please post your photos here..
 
 
 
 
 
 
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I made it from TN to California at age 60.  Yep, it was a long drive for certain.  I allowed five days going in case I had any issues(?) but realized that the Red Man indeed had legs.  I had to rush home in three due to a front moving in and made it on that 3rd day in time for cocktails.  Something  to think about with a drive like this is the mindset you have when you start the journey.   When I left home, within the first hour I was wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.  

But all went well in spite of a couple of dead batteries due to a courtesy light switch shorting out.  Then there was this funny buzzing sound every time I stopped to refuel.  That turned out to be my nose trimmer that had somehow accidentally gotten turned on.  

The picture I am attaching is me bombing along I-40 in the greater Nashville area, the photo taken by a Speedster buddy that I had breakfast with there.  It was a great trip but I don't want to do it again.  Sorry, Jack Crosby.  

 

 

 

   

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Here is a link to my flickr album with this year's pictures.  I haven't done much sorting or culling, but I hope you'll enjoy them.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/141355660@N05/albums/72157666279951624

You'll probably have to cut and paste the link as it doesn't seem to allow fully functional copy here after the ampersand.  If someone knows how to fix it, please tell me.

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I'd like to once again thank all who supported me in my valiant (imho) attempt to win the coveted "Low Car Limbo Contest." As I expected, it was a hoot.

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For those unfamiliar (as I was), the Low Car Limbo is a thing where tuner boys, mostly in Hondas with fart cans and impossibly-cambered wheels, drive under progressively lower limbo bars to determine who is lowest. It is the apparent tradition, although not necessarily the universally-sanctioned rule,* to stuff one's vehicle with as many bodies as possible [fig. 1, above], in order to compress the springs—or, one supposes, the snubbers—still further in a mad quest for pavement-scraping glory.

Upon noticing that, with her windshield folded, the high point of Bridget was roughly 44 inches above mean sea level, I endeavored to snatch the trophy from these silly-ass poseurs.** Of course I arrived with the canvas fully unfurled and her top standing well above the competition as the rain fell steady. I had meant to surprise them all after the first pass.

But as I waited for that first round one of my fellow competitors walked up from behind. "Dude," he asked, "do you plan to fold your windshield?"

Hearing my answer, he turned to his compatriots, who were then pointlessly revving their engines in line behind me, and announced, "We're screwed!"

I swear I tented my fingers and whispered to myself, "ehhxcellent...".

And so rounding for the second pass I pulled down the top, folded the windscreen forward (as a sporting man does) and proceeded to get quite wet. 

It was just about then than a guy driving a 1973 Lotus Europa cut in line ahead of me.

As many of you may know, the Lotus Europa's roof line resides some 42.5 inches above the pavement. I protested the interloper's entrance, as he had not been here at the start as required. But to no avail. 

The results were then preordained. I came in second. 

All-in-all, a hilarious result.

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*This car was called out before the first run, its driver made to expel all passengers. I believe there were eight or nine. The crowd roared.

**I had imagined the other entrants would not immediately recognize Bridget's potential, and that once they did, hurried rule adjustments might follow. I had fervently hoped that someone would arbitrarily decide that this contest would be open only to vehicles with Japanese engines, or EFI. It was not to be: they were good sports.

 

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