It's that time of year when young men's thoughts turn to long legged, blonde haired, bikini clad (un clad?) surfer girls...and the old farts head to car shows before it starts raining and their lumbago starts to ail. The 41st Rod Run, I have missed very few and always have a good time (other than that $550 burn out ticket a few years back) and I'm heading down a day early so I can watch the cars come into town. This isn't a city where there are 100's of freeways, routes, streets, turnpikes and alleyways into town. Fact is, there is only like 3 traffic lights. One way in, and because it is on a peninsula, one way out. After I set up camp, I plan to anchor down a spot at one of the watering holes on 101, order something zesty to drink and watch the action unveil. I imagine this is what it would have been like lining the streets of Rome in AD 264 and watching the gladiators arrive ahead of the games. Favorites will be selected, lots will be drawn, mayhem is about to transpire, and all for our entertainment. Unlike ancient Flavia, I will be there to record the memorable events and contestants with my iPhone and relay them back to you in as real time as possible. Ah, and therein lies the rub, being a small beach town, cell range is greatly compromised. What we need is an aqueduct for data transfer. Real time may or not be possible, no promises. My campground might as well be Sparta as far as technology is concerned but they do have showers and a snack bar. So, they have that going for them, which is nice. As I take my role in this weekend's "end of summer vehicular orgy", I pray to sit back with my eyes full of wonder and my belly full of beer and utter those familiar Roman words "Sic Transit Gloria Mundi" - Thus Passes the Glory of the World! Or at the very least not have a hangover on Sunday morning when I have to break camp and drive home. More to follow, fun starts Thursday, stay tuned. Same Bat time, same Bat channel! (aceeași oră de liliac, același canal de liliac)
I've still got most of the pieces from the dash plaque that you got one piece at each poker run stop from way back when. That big sucker in the middle of the board in this shot from a NSRA event in Spokane. I don't think that the Beach Barons put it on then though. All I remember was that it was a wet weekend and we did the poker run in the rain.
Rain by seven, clear by eleven. Or when in Rome, ploaie de VII, clar prin XI Not sure if this applies on the PNW coast at any time of year.
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