Monday, Sept, 27th: Scranton, PA to Detroit MI.
Oh shit, 4:30 am comes way too early. I'm still on Pacific Time and spent too much time fighting the digital camera last night... I finally gave up and just erased the images from dinner (Damn!) since it is obvious they were corrupted and were killing my beloved laptop whenever I tried to grab them from the camera. Grrrr. (Later I discover that the software is incompatible with the new backside cache architecture of the G3 chip. Thankfully my upgrade lets me disable it.) Dad pushes my tired ass out of bed and we stumble, dazed and confused down to Breakfast. I need some heavy heavy fuel if I'm going to get moving at this hour and all they have cold danishes! Ugh. I'm screwed. We have a hasty drivers meeting in the dark hotel parking lot and then we give Scranton a wake up call with a collective roar of 25 beastly cars (OK, 23.5 since the 2 Saab V-4's and the 911 don't even equal the bestiality of a single 'merkin muscle car...)
We are still doing navigation/rabbit duty for Jim Van Gusten and his Mangusta. We quickly overtake all but the SuperBird, on the fine Penn roads. We fly along at a pretty good average speed and manage to get past most of the construction zones and towns before the school busses come out in force. We are only stopped by one flag-lady and one school bus. We later hear that several folks have some trouble with the local authorities, and so we figure our high-speed run through western Penn must have woke them all up. We are making great time and make our plan of Ohio before lunch, despite going about 15 miles off course when we miss a turn. We stop just over the Ohio border for a quick burger and decide to cheat a bit and take the Interstate since the planned route has a lot of towns and we still have a lot of ground to cover. We enter the tollway and as I am pulling out into traffic I notice I have lost our tail... we pull over onto the shoulder and eventually the Mangusta limps into view. Jim says their is a horrible grinding noise in his front end. we are joined on the shoulder by an Ohio State Patrol Cruiser who tells us that there is a rest area 2 miles ahead. We limp off and Jim does some on-sight surgery on his right front wheel bearing.
Above: Adventures in Exotic Italian Car Ownership, starring Jim Van Gusten and his DeTomaso Mangusta!
We watch as several cars from the group go flying by. We spend about 2 hours while Jim removes the chewed up bits and repacks his bearings. We finally get underway again but are limited to about 70mph... we arrive in Detroit and find our hotel by excellent dead-reckoning and minimal directions (the plan had changed from the course sheet.)
Left: Dad driving down I-90.
We have a great dinner (chili dogs!) and some good conversation with Sherman and Scott Wolf (another father/son team) and Brock and Pam Yates.
Right: "Hmm, chili dogs!" Dad and Brock Yates chew a few. I bet this is the first time in history that somebody in Detroit had red wine with his chili dog!
Road Kill count for Monday: 1 Cat, 1 Dog, 1 1940 Ford Sedan Delivery truck, 1 Rabbit, 12 Raccoons, 5 Opossum, 1 1971 Dodge Challenger, 6 Squirrels, 1 porcupine, 1 Skunk, 1 1963 Jaguar X-KE (Lucas Electrics!!!), 1 drake Mallard, 1 Muffler, 1 wild Turkey, 1 DeTomaso Mangusta, and 9 indistinguishable piles of flesh guts and fur/feathers.
Note: Michigan roads SUCK!
Tomorrow we see some flatlands!
On to the next page: Detroit to St, Louis.