I see I had a bit of a typo from the other day, I was trying to post from my phone which is something I have only ever done once before and I fat fingered a number. When I said I was 250 miles from home it should have said 150 miles away.
A fur piece either way.
Although the reason for going in the first place was for a memorial service for someone near and dear to me that had passed, it turned out to be a great trip.
It rained a bit about an hour from my destination, then cleared up and was absolutely gorgeous on Saturday. Sunny, almost 70 degrees and amazingly, no wind. No wind at the coast almost NEVER happens.
I actually got to see an old friend that I literally had not seen in almost 50 years and also saw some friends and relatives that I basically only get to see at these kinds of events.
Unfortunately they get fewer every year as we are all getting long in the tooth but it was awesome to get to see everyone.
As for the trip its self, I couldn’t have asked for better.
Only one real back up and that was a half an hour from the house on the way down.
The old Caballero just hummed right along.
The thing is 36 years old now, has 155 thousand miles on it and it never missed a lick. it didn’t burn a drop of oil either.
On the way down there it averaged 19 miles to the gallon and that was going anywhere from 65 to 85 miles an hour for a couple of passing shots.
The thing will do 70-75 all damn day long.
It’s got a long wheel base, and at 3600 LBS. empty, is heavy so it rides nice on the highway. The seat is comfortable and there is plenty of leg room. In other words, a real road car.
Not some iddy bitty tinny Jap Econobox with all the tire noise, the 4 banger working it’s ass off and being scrunched up behind the wheel on a fucking seat that digs into your back and makes my legs go to sleep after a while.
People give me shit about my old Bombers all the time. They can kiss my ass.