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| Bob backs the Corvette into the barn |
Bob got the boat and Vette ready yesterday and all I had to do this morning was drive the vehicle out of the garage. One of my main problems is that even after twenty years of making this same trip twice a year, I still can't remember the route, so I have to keep Bob in view to avoid getting hopelessly lost. I felt a little better today, though, in spite of the intermittent rain.
The first challenge is to get on busy I-94 about a mile from our house. Even at 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday, that damn freeway is full of cars going ... where? The freeway entrance is followed by a quick exit to Highway 280, where traffic from the right merges fast and furious. The rain was increasing in intensity by the time we crossed the border into Roseville, and I felt so tempted to simply turn around and go home. Try again on a better day. That, however, was not an option and besides, I was getting used to the feel of the Corvette.
Fortunately, I had instructions in operating the windshield wipers because I really needed them. As the sky darkened, I expected my lights to go on, but they didn't, so I fumbled for the switch which was, thankfully, right next to the steering wheel. By the time we turned off on County Road 7 near Andover, I was riding in luxurious comfort. That little car drives beautifully in every respect.
We glided into Anderson Berry Farm before 9:30 a.m. Bob parked the boat and then the Vette. After all these years, our relationship with the owners is relaxed and friendly. Storage day every October is reminder that winter is crowding in as yet another year flies by.
A few months from now, maybe during a winter thaw, Bob will start counting the weeks till the toys come home.
