“It was an Elan. A delightful little thing famously made of Kleenex and unicorn farts.” ~ Sam Smith
DAY TEN – What happened to post number nine, you may ask. The report was included with day eight and I wanted the posts to coincide with the days on the road so I used my personal privilege and bypassed it. Although, since I forgot to post the state photo for South Carolina yesterday I will make that the official post Nine.
On to the news of the day. This was the best day of driving since northern Arkansas with roads that wended through hill and dale swinging and swaying all the while. In other words it was the combination of vertical and horizontal curves that made it so fun. I had a meet up with Bill Timmons and his wife and their two friends Roger and Doreen for a late breakfast at a place in Candor NC called Blake’s. It is apparently the car guy gathering place for runs through the back roads and it worked perfectly for us. We had a great visit and I learned that Bill has owned his Type 14 Elite since new. He bought it after its display at the Detroit Auto Show in 1960 and has had it ever since for a total of 61 years. That must be the longest single ownership of an Elite in the USA at least.
As they say on the late night TV commercials, “But wait…There’s more!!” Bill had told me about a town nearby that begged for a visit so he led me over there and here is the photographic proof that somewhere in my family history was somebody who was NOT a scoundrel!
I left the Timmons there in the mighty metropolis of Robbins and headed northward only to stay on a route too long instead of turning off it and wound up going through the heart of Durham just bypassing Chapel Hill. The stoplight and traffic bane of my little car’s existence struck again this time through my own mistake. I need to join the digital age and transfer my Google route to my phone. Maybe someday I will figure this out.
Once I had cleared the mess that was Durham and got off highway 15 and on to highway 522, it was all worth it. Lovely scenery with lakes and meadows and woods all bisected by a smoothly twisting rising and dipping ribbon of asphalt called the Zachery Taylor highway and numbered 522. That’s five grins, two whoops and two “Wow’s” per mile.
Impressions from the tenth day:
• South Carolina is nice with an abundance of green and with smooth roads but North Carolina adds texture to the mix with turns, rises and dips and makes it even better. The further north I go, the more I like it.
• Virginia seems to either be very low or very high density with not much in the middle. There are definite mountain silhouettes to the west of the roads I took. But I never saw John Boy.
• The temperatures today were just delightful and the humidity low enough that it was not an issue so this was the first pleasant full day in a long while.
• The inevitable happened today…something broke. I won’t tell you any more until I see if we have a “Bet on the Breakdown” winner. Of course, entries are closed now so you have missed your chance to win the pool of money. On the other hand, I don’t remember anyone guessing this so you may have saved some money. But since it goes to the kids, perhaps you could guess to yourself and donate that amount to the kids. Yea, that’s the ticket!
Hi, I’m Ross and I’m a tripoholic. I love driving especially in my old cars and then writing about the adventure that always follows. I’m old enough to know better but that doesn’t stop me. If you like stories of the road, every word true no matter how far fetched it may seem, then grab a beer or a cup of coffee and join me!
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