Things are moving – slowly – but the pace will be picking up shortly.
Mark’s already posted up the offer-up progress for the K mating up to the ribcage transmission, which means in the next week or so, I’ll need to be pulling the A series out of the Midget. That’s going to throw me even further behind on getting the Pom Rod up and rolling. I’ve let it sit virtually untouched since the word on Speedweek came down as a no-go. The time away from garage duty has been good, and I was able to keep a few promises to Kate – including this one.
I pulled the MGB out of storage when the Dodge gave up the ghost, and we’ve been able to get some day-trips in on the weekends in the MGB. One of our favorite day-away drives takes us north and west of Milwaukee into Washington County, and we’ll travel the roads around the Basilica of Holy Hill. The roads are narrow, yet well kept, with autumn tree canopies that look like something out of a fairy tale.
Last week, Dave Jefferson, the president of the local MG club, sent out an e-mail to the club suggesting an ad-hoc drive through these very roads as a season-capping club event for Saturday, October 10. Dave owns a RHD MG TC, which is in immaculate shape, and he led the pack – which automatically limited our top speeds.
He expected a handful of members on the short notice. Instead, due in no small part to unseasonably wonderful weather, we wound up with a flotilla of MGs terrorizing the back roads. Kate and I were delighted.
Our Antiques Road Show ended at noon at a restaurant called, “The Fox and Hounds”, an old-school supper club that’s been around for 82 years. It’s a popular place on weekends, and despite the staff dealing with a 100 guest reception in a private room, and dozens of Harley riders in the general seating area, they managed to accommodate about 30 MG kooks seeking burgers and bloodys with a request for conjoined tables.
Now if the staff at the Fox and Hounds hadn’t had enough on their table, no sooner had we went out to the parking lot, the local Austin Healey club showed up . . .
Between the Harleys, Healeys and MGs, I suspect the parking lot looked like the aftermath of the Exxon Valdez by Saturday night.
Ordered my credentials for the PRI show. I’ll have some prints and specs to talk to Noonan and the folks at Saenz about. I’ll also be looking for cam buckets and talking to Tilton about a starter drive.
I need to get on it.