It is that time! Seven days, seven states, 1500 miles of back roads and small towns, 4,500 cars, 75,000 spectators. It all adds up to miles and miles of good times, great people, and special memories.
I was a 21-year-old cash-strapped love-smitten boy doing whatever it took to satisfy the heart of a 20-year-old gorgeous girl.
Most of you know that I have a fascination with the American automobile. CarSafari.net is my electronic scrapbook. I record interesting experiences from the open road and "paste" pictures that enable Shannan and me to take a drive down Memory Lane. Many of you have sat in the back seat as it were and enjoyed these travels with us.
It had been a long haul: 18 days . . . 9 states . . . 11 hotel rooms . . . 4,045 miles . . . and enough back roads and small towns to make Norman Rockwell jealous. The wedding was over. The Hot Rod Power Tour was over. It was time to get home.
There are days for wit . . . and poetry . . . and history . . . and axioms . . . and quotes . . . and life lessons . . . and there there are days to pack! Last night I put the "finishing touches" on the car and we packed.