Left: Mt. Adams and Mt. Hood. The view as you leave Sea-Tac.
My son Christopher & I spent all day yesterday flying from Seattle
to Savannah, Georgia, via Dallas/FortWorth. I'm heading to Amelia
Island, Florida to participate in yet another vintage car event
with my Dad. Christopher gets to spend the week with his Grandmother
(Sue's mom) who lives in Beaufort, South Carolina. We have a pleasant,
though very long flight from Sea-Tac to DFW in an aging Delta
727. I thought all the 727's were retired to the Arizona desert
or third world countries by now, but it seems Delta still loves to fly them, and it shows. heh.
Chris & I have some fun when I whip out the GPS unit and afix
it to the 727's window... fire up DeLorme's 'StreetAtlasUSA' and
whoo hoo... we're going 600 miles per hour right through the Texas
Our connection to Savannah was via some unkown Delta 'partner'
in some rinky dink jet. We arrive in Savannah an hour early, and
pick up our rental car. I requested a 'compact' and since I was
dropping it off in Florida the next evening, they give me something
other to shuttle back for them... a Ford Explorer. Yuck. Those
that know me know my deep derision for SUV's and this machine
did nothing but confirm it. The interior was nice, and the stereo
was great but the thing drives like a grocery cart with a leather
lay-z-boy chair atop it. NO WONDER these things were throwing
tires, rolling over, and killing people!... they wander about
the road like a kid learning to ride a bike... and I'm one of
the more attentive drivers on the road. Very loose and light steering
combined with almost zero feel for the road makes this thing nothing
short of a rolling deathtrap... and accident waiting to happen.
I hate it.
Since it is after midnight and we are both very tired from the
long day on the plane, we start looking for a hotel. I called
around trying to get a reservation earlier in the week with no
luck. Now I know why. There is some sort of motorcyclist's event
in town and every hotel is packed. We head north into South Carolina
and finally find a Days Inn with a room, and collapse into bed.
I wake up surprisingly early for being in Eastern Time with a
body still on Pacific. I let Chris sleep a bit and get ourselves
sorted to go. A quick breakfast at Denny's and we're off to Grandmother's
Left: Chuck showing his displeasure at the machine provided by
Hertz after he requested a 'Compact Car.' At least I didn't pay
the going rate for a POS SUV.
I let Chris 'navigate' with the GPS unit, which is already programmed
with the route to my mother-in-law's house. The single benefit
of the SUV is the stereo, which like my VW's, allows me to jack
my PowerBook into it and play MP3 files. Radio sucks, but my collection
of Surf Rock beats any station I can find. I drop him off in Beaufort,
and head back around south to Florida.
I arrive at the Amelia Island Concours and see the 'new' car for
the first time. WOW. It is gorgeous. The Rally has it's own class
in the event and Dad's car won an award. Cool. The concours is
*unbelievable*... truly the most jaw dropping collection of vehicles
ever assembled and presented in a fantastic fashion. I took a
ton of pictures, but I don't have time to edit them all tonight...
I have caught Christopher's cold and really need sleep.
Below: The 300sl unveiled. Note the Blue Ribbon on the windscreen.
It's a winner! Dad is talking with one of the Concours Judges.
I will finish this page after the rally, I promise. I took a bunch
of shots of some truly awesome cars, but I won't have time this
week to edit all the photos and upload them over a 28.8 connection.
Go to the Next page: Monday.