First one is designed to be easy. What is this? Put your answer in "Comments".
Happy New Year, FABACians!
To celebrate 2008, let's have a few little contests all relating to little British cars.
First one is designed to be easy. What is this? Put your answer in "Comments".
First one is designed to be easy. What is this? Put your answer in "Comments".
FABAC Christmas Party 2007
Once again we enjoyed a fine FABAC Christmas party held at Jim and Lorraine's beautiful home. We had a fabulous turnout of club members. All contributed to a delicious potluck dinner which was very much enjoyed by everyone--thank you ladies! We had lots of fun singing Christmas carols with Lorraine at the piano, accompanied by David on the violin.As we all gathered around for our Yankee Swap we were pleasantly surprised with a nice selection of many novel door prizes donated by Jim and Lorraine. Then, on to the Yankee Swap with much laughter, fun and relunctant gift exchanging by some. Thanks to all who participated.
Our president Gary Arsenault, along with our club members thank Jim and Lorraine for graciously hosting our wonderful Christmas party.
Best wishes to all in the New Year.
Jim & Ellie
Photos from the Sweets
Photos from Ellie
Check back from time to time for additional photos.
A Trivia Question
Around 1960, there was in Fredericton a yellow BMW Isetta. It may have been associated with CFNB or some other media business. Who was the man who always drove it?
This isn't the car, but this it what it looked like:
This isn't the car, but this it what it looked like:
Christmas in the Village Nov.25/07
Our late fall tour to Christmas In The Village of Gagetown was very enjoyable. The town was filled with the Christmas spirit and a large turnout of people.
After our shopping and admiring all the beautiful Christmas trimmings and crafts some of our group had to leave early. The remainder ended up at the Creek View Restaurant where we enjoyed a nice country meal.
Missing from the pictures are the Strangs and their friend, and the Alders and their daughter-in-law with their new 5 week old grandson.
All in all it was a fun day with good friends.
Jim & Ellie B.
Click on beautiful Ellie for a few more photos.
After our shopping and admiring all the beautiful Christmas trimmings and crafts some of our group had to leave early. The remainder ended up at the Creek View Restaurant where we enjoyed a nice country meal.
Missing from the pictures are the Strangs and their friend, and the Alders and their daughter-in-law with their new 5 week old grandson.
All in all it was a fun day with good friends.
Jim & Ellie B.
Click on beautiful Ellie for a few more photos.
An Open Letter to the Alders from Bob Earl
Dear Sherry and Curry,
I have to be honest, even though I made all the proper sounding polite noises, I never really trusted you two. After all, you said you were British car enthusiasts, but you drove a new one--a NEW one! You just can't be considered a true aficionado unless you have some weird old car in your garage. Even if it doesn't run (they usually don't), it's enough just to have it and slowly work on it. New cars don't deliver that same sense of adventure ("What's going to break this time?") or humbling experience when being passed by Hondas and Toyotas.
Had I only known that deep down you were lusting after a truly classic LBC. With the arrival of your new (old) Healy I humbly apologize, and in an attempt to make amends I offer the experiences of thirty one years of LBC ownership to help soften the blow.
Air conditioning, power seats, automatic tops and transmissions, large trunks and effective heaters get in the way of the pure driving experience and are, of course, lacking in the true LBC. In their wisdom, the British manufacturers purposely kept the cars free of such embellishments lest they spoil the joy of the open road. This means however, that you're going to suffer. Unless you stick to driving in perfect weather and you can arrange to have the temperature remain at 24C, you're going to get cold/hot. Some say that it's not really a desire by the engineers to get the driver more involved with nature, rather it's their total inability to understand the concept of a heat exchanger. Oh they certainly put radiators and heater cores in the cars since everybody else did, but their hearts weren't really in it. The original designers where content to dissipate excess engine heat by having it operate one degree below that at which major engine damage would occur and shed the heat via the engine block and exhaust pipe. If you want to be warm when the temperature drops, leave off one of the firewall blanking panels into the passenger compartment. Along with the heat, this will acquaint you with another interesting LBC trait.
LBCs leak stuff--always. Engine oil leaking from the head gasket and oil pan is flung backwards to lubricate the transmission, driveshaft and differential. It also serves to rustproof the centre of the car. Oil leaking from the cam or rocker covers drips onto the exhaust manifold creating that oh-so-familiar smell. Oil and most other leaks can be tolerated, brake fluid loss should be investigated. One old trick is to wrap each brake line union with some toilet paper then go for a drive, using the brakes hard. This will leave a trail of oily toilet paper on the road enabling you to find your way home when the lights fail.
Oh, did I forget to mention the electrical systems? Lucas has built world renowned electrical components for aircraft for decades. Quality and reliability are finite quantities (unlike Internet porn or spam) so they take them from their automotive division to make sure the aircraft stuff works reasonably well. The only reason it's been tolerated for so many decades is out of National pride. When Triumph threatened to use Bosch components in the 70's, the factory was barricaded by incensed drivers who pelted it with brussel sprouts and pots of steak and kidney pie until the Triumph management relented. Always carry a flashlight (with Bosch bulbs and EverReady batteries). Sherrie can alternately illuminate the road and gauges as you drive home in the dark. Of course if the lights go it, the ignition system will probably be dead too. You can illuminate the buttons on Sherrie's cell phone as she calls the tow truck. Learn to pack light on road trips. This will mean a lot less stuff to carry onto the tow truck when it comes.
Buy a grease gun. No, NOT to grease the grease fittings! (what where you thinking?!) It has two REALLY important functions. When a brake piston seizes and refuses to budge no matter what, buy a couple of inexpensive fittings to adapt the end of the gun to the brake fitting. A few pumps of the handle will generate tremendous pressure and gently push the piston out (along with a huge glorp of grease). This is not nearly as much fun as using high pressure air and firing the piston at high speed across the garage and through a window but as I get older my appetite for 'fun' has waned. It's other function is to sit on top of the box with the Christmas decorations all year. When you crawl into the attic to retrieve the decorations you'll find that the residual pressure from the brake episode has v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y oozed most of the grease out of the not-quite-tight-enough filler cap and it has seeped into the box during the year and ruined a pile of treasured Christmas keepsakes and family mementos. Okay, you're right, that's not really what a grease gun is for, I just didn't want to be the only one who'd done that.
Maintaining an LBC is not going to lessen your chances of breakdowns. There's some weird karma/higher order thing going on with them and working on the car is entirely for your benefit only. It makes no difference to the car. What DOES help is getting her nice presents. LBCs like it when you buy lots of tacky marque memorabilia. Healy pins, travel mugs, t-shirts, and golf towels will demonstrate your admiration for your baby and (hopefully) keep her a tad more reliable.
With all that being said, there is one huge benefit to your fine LBC--it will stroke your ego like nothing else. On the open road you get to enjoy the raspy throaty sound of the engine as it rises and falls. There is an immediacy to driving her unlike you get from a normal car. It's motoring at it's purest. In town you forget all that and get to show off! Pedestrians will ask about the car when you're stopped at lights. People on the sidewalks will whip out their cell phones as you drive by so that they can take a picture (...really!). Even as they pass you on the four lane they'll gawk and give you a thumbs up. You are so much cooler at 90KPH than they are (in their normal boring car) at 120. And THAT is probably the best reason to have an LBC, Ferraris or Vettes might be faster and flashier, but an MG, TR-6 or Healy is just so much cooler. People will hate a Porsche driver as he passes, but everyone will grin and wave when your LBC rolls by.
Happy motoring and may all your breakdowns happen within pushing distance of Ian's place!
Bob
I have to be honest, even though I made all the proper sounding polite noises, I never really trusted you two. After all, you said you were British car enthusiasts, but you drove a new one--a NEW one! You just can't be considered a true aficionado unless you have some weird old car in your garage. Even if it doesn't run (they usually don't), it's enough just to have it and slowly work on it. New cars don't deliver that same sense of adventure ("What's going to break this time?") or humbling experience when being passed by Hondas and Toyotas.
Had I only known that deep down you were lusting after a truly classic LBC. With the arrival of your new (old) Healy I humbly apologize, and in an attempt to make amends I offer the experiences of thirty one years of LBC ownership to help soften the blow.
Air conditioning, power seats, automatic tops and transmissions, large trunks and effective heaters get in the way of the pure driving experience and are, of course, lacking in the true LBC. In their wisdom, the British manufacturers purposely kept the cars free of such embellishments lest they spoil the joy of the open road. This means however, that you're going to suffer. Unless you stick to driving in perfect weather and you can arrange to have the temperature remain at 24C, you're going to get cold/hot. Some say that it's not really a desire by the engineers to get the driver more involved with nature, rather it's their total inability to understand the concept of a heat exchanger. Oh they certainly put radiators and heater cores in the cars since everybody else did, but their hearts weren't really in it. The original designers where content to dissipate excess engine heat by having it operate one degree below that at which major engine damage would occur and shed the heat via the engine block and exhaust pipe. If you want to be warm when the temperature drops, leave off one of the firewall blanking panels into the passenger compartment. Along with the heat, this will acquaint you with another interesting LBC trait.
LBCs leak stuff--always. Engine oil leaking from the head gasket and oil pan is flung backwards to lubricate the transmission, driveshaft and differential. It also serves to rustproof the centre of the car. Oil leaking from the cam or rocker covers drips onto the exhaust manifold creating that oh-so-familiar smell. Oil and most other leaks can be tolerated, brake fluid loss should be investigated. One old trick is to wrap each brake line union with some toilet paper then go for a drive, using the brakes hard. This will leave a trail of oily toilet paper on the road enabling you to find your way home when the lights fail.
Oh, did I forget to mention the electrical systems? Lucas has built world renowned electrical components for aircraft for decades. Quality and reliability are finite quantities (unlike Internet porn or spam) so they take them from their automotive division to make sure the aircraft stuff works reasonably well. The only reason it's been tolerated for so many decades is out of National pride. When Triumph threatened to use Bosch components in the 70's, the factory was barricaded by incensed drivers who pelted it with brussel sprouts and pots of steak and kidney pie until the Triumph management relented. Always carry a flashlight (with Bosch bulbs and EverReady batteries). Sherrie can alternately illuminate the road and gauges as you drive home in the dark. Of course if the lights go it, the ignition system will probably be dead too. You can illuminate the buttons on Sherrie's cell phone as she calls the tow truck. Learn to pack light on road trips. This will mean a lot less stuff to carry onto the tow truck when it comes.
Buy a grease gun. No, NOT to grease the grease fittings! (what where you thinking?!) It has two REALLY important functions. When a brake piston seizes and refuses to budge no matter what, buy a couple of inexpensive fittings to adapt the end of the gun to the brake fitting. A few pumps of the handle will generate tremendous pressure and gently push the piston out (along with a huge glorp of grease). This is not nearly as much fun as using high pressure air and firing the piston at high speed across the garage and through a window but as I get older my appetite for 'fun' has waned. It's other function is to sit on top of the box with the Christmas decorations all year. When you crawl into the attic to retrieve the decorations you'll find that the residual pressure from the brake episode has v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y oozed most of the grease out of the not-quite-tight-enough filler cap and it has seeped into the box during the year and ruined a pile of treasured Christmas keepsakes and family mementos. Okay, you're right, that's not really what a grease gun is for, I just didn't want to be the only one who'd done that.
Maintaining an LBC is not going to lessen your chances of breakdowns. There's some weird karma/higher order thing going on with them and working on the car is entirely for your benefit only. It makes no difference to the car. What DOES help is getting her nice presents. LBCs like it when you buy lots of tacky marque memorabilia. Healy pins, travel mugs, t-shirts, and golf towels will demonstrate your admiration for your baby and (hopefully) keep her a tad more reliable.
With all that being said, there is one huge benefit to your fine LBC--it will stroke your ego like nothing else. On the open road you get to enjoy the raspy throaty sound of the engine as it rises and falls. There is an immediacy to driving her unlike you get from a normal car. It's motoring at it's purest. In town you forget all that and get to show off! Pedestrians will ask about the car when you're stopped at lights. People on the sidewalks will whip out their cell phones as you drive by so that they can take a picture (...really!). Even as they pass you on the four lane they'll gawk and give you a thumbs up. You are so much cooler at 90KPH than they are (in their normal boring car) at 120. And THAT is probably the best reason to have an LBC, Ferraris or Vettes might be faster and flashier, but an MG, TR-6 or Healy is just so much cooler. People will hate a Porsche driver as he passes, but everyone will grin and wave when your LBC rolls by.
Happy motoring and may all your breakdowns happen within pushing distance of Ian's place!
Bob
Report on FABAC meeting Wednesday Nov. 21st
Report On Nov. 21st Meeting at Dimitri's
27 Fellow FABACians turned out last evening for dinner and socializing.
Jim and Lorraine Woodford have graciously offered to host our FABAC Christmas party on Sunday Dec. 16th at 6:00 PM at their home at 159 Mactaquac Heights, Keswick Ridge.
This will be pot luck fare and the ladies put together a dish list to help Lorraine prepare for the feast.
We will hold a Yankee Swap with a gift limit of $10.00 for those who wish to participate.
Rules for the game may be viewed at http://www.weeno.com/art
Ho Ho Ho
Jim B.
27 Fellow FABACians turned out last evening for dinner and socializing.
Jim and Lorraine Woodford have graciously offered to host our FABAC Christmas party on Sunday Dec. 16th at 6:00 PM at their home at 159 Mactaquac Heights, Keswick Ridge.
This will be pot luck fare and the ladies put together a dish list to help Lorraine prepare for the feast.
We will hold a Yankee Swap with a gift limit of $10.00 for those who wish to participate.
Rules for the game may be viewed at http://www.weeno.com/art
Ho Ho Ho
Jim B.
An Interesting Invitation
A short time ago, I was asked if our club would like to participate in "a British Car Show August 8, 9, 10, 2008, on the site of the Bonar Law Historic Farm(Village of Rexton, NB). Andrew Bonar Law was the Prime Minister of Great Britain in 1922, the only person born outside the United Kingdom to achieve this distinction, so the British connection is very strong we feel this site will be an ideal location for a car show featuring British automobiles."
Check out their temporary site at http://www.michaeldunn.ca/NBBCS2008/
We can discuss this at our next meeting (Nov.21 at Dimitri's)
Check out their temporary site at http://www.michaeldunn.ca/NBBCS2008/
We can discuss this at our next meeting (Nov.21 at Dimitri's)
Adventures with Bob
Chapter 3, in which the Jag barely escapes getting gassed.
In the aerospace industry we are repeatedly reminded how seemingly unconnected events can gang up and together have dire consequences. My particular consequences hit this Saturday as storm clouds from the hurricane gathered over the river valley. They started, however, many weeks ago on the Trans Canada Trail in Burton.
It was a typical dark fall morning as I bumped and bounced over the trail heading to work.
My headlight made a skittering spot of light ahead which allowed me to avoid the rocks and puddles. One spot had been repaired over the summer but the passage of ATVs had torn it up leaving sharp edged, fist sized stones strewn about. I normally walked my bike the few metres over this spot since the sharp rocks had already slit two tires. Almost completely stopped, I swung my leg up to get off. The front wheel hit a low spot and jerked to a halt; my groin hit the can of bear spray mounted just behind the handlebars. It made only a brief "Phfsst!" but that was enough to create a small red cloud immediately in front of me. Still moving under my own momentum, I passed through it. I knew from many trips to the military gas hut to hold my breath and close my eyes. I'd never experienced the effects of bear spray and certainly didn't want to do so now. I walked forward a few metres until I felt that I was through it. Cautiously I opened my eyes and took a shallow breath.
The technique seemed to have work as I was able to breath. Even though I could smell the rancid cayenne, it wasn't strong enough to cause any distress so I got back on the bike and peddled the rest of the way to work. In the lights of the parking lot at the hanger I could see some liquid spray on the front of my bike. I figured that the rain would would eventually wash it off and thought no more of it. That evening I carefully washed everything I'd been wearing and perfunctorily hosed off the bike. It was quite oily and didn't really wash off. The next day I'd all but forgotten about the incident until I stepped into the shower after riding to work in the morning. My entire groin and upper thighs where covered in hives! I monitored the situation during the day and was relieved as they slowing subsided over the course of the day. I kept wondering what I'd eaten that would cause such a reaction. The next morning they where back. That's when I connected the bear spray incident! The damp air in the morning was picking up enough fumes from the oily spray residue on the bike to cause a reaction on my skin. That evening I vigorously scrubbed the entire bike with Castrol brand degreaser and (again) washed all my biking gear. This time it worked. The hives never re-occurred.
A few days later found the wife and myself getting the yard ready for winter. Over the past few years I've taken an interest in plants and enjoyed 'doing' gardening (under the wife's watchful eye of course). My set of (heavy!) metal car ramps were still sitting in the driveway and I'd decided to take them apart and use the metal to make a BIG set of axle stands. With Wife's able assistance, we lugged two of them into the garage and stacked them beside the Jag where I could start unbolting them at my leisure.
A week later and the ramps are still sitting beside the Jag, untouched. My good intentions
had been put on hold by the release of the next installment of my favourite computer game. Those darned alien brain sucking monsters where back and needed wiping out! It was getting a bit crowded in the garage and I was forced to lean my bike up against the ramps in order to get the Jag in and out. The can of bear spray was laying on top of the ramps where I'd left it after washing the bike and accessories (light, flasher, bear bell, bear spray holder).
Saturday was overcast and dreary but still warm enough that the salt trucks hadn't been out. I pushed my baby out, closed up the garage and headed out (via the scenic route) to the Freddy market for breakfast and shopping. Uncharacteristically, I left the top up. The combination of +4C temps, a brisk wind, and heavy clouds killed my usual enthusiasm for top down driving. Having the roof in place allowed me to hear all the buzzes and rattles that I'd never noticed when the top was down. Darn!, another item to add to my list of winter car projects, ..."item 56- find and eliminate many, many rattles from under bonnet."
I was a good two hours earlier than I normally am at the market and ran into a different set of folks than I usually do. The Russels where having their pick of fresh goods, and I stopped to chat with a few other friends who I rarely see at the market.
Arriving home, I tucked 'baby' away in the garage and moved my bike to lean against the stacked ramps in order to allow use of the side door. The weather had improved a bit and I ran a power cord out to the fountain to run it one last time before winter. As the day wore on and it warmed up, Wife came home early and we set about stacking pots and raking leaves. Even under the gathering storm clouds, the trickling water fountain made a nice sound. Soon, a few drops where felt and I knew it wouldn't be long before the sky opened up. I unplugged the fountain and rolled up the extension cord.
Leaning around the half open side door into the garage, I tossed the coiled cord and saw it land on top of bike accessories I'd neglected to re-install which where still piled on top of the car ramps which where STILL awaiting disassemble. The stage was now set. The bike leaned against the ramp and touched the coiled cord which lay across the trigger of the bear spray which was prevented from moving by the bike light battery bag which all lay on top of the car ramps. Walking towards the door with an armload of carwash buckets I pushed it a bit further open. The door hit the rear tire of the bike which rolled forward a couple of inches and pushed the coiled extension cord into the trigger on the can of bear spray which went PHFFFSSSFFFSSSSFFT!!!!", and kept going "PHFSSST!!" I suddenly realized what I'd just done. I dropped everything as the overpowering sensation sent me reeling backwards out of the garage! Through the window I could see a red spray impinging the large garage door. It lasted scant seconds but seemed like forever before the can issued it's last "Pfst!"! As thoughts of sleeping in a hotel for the next two years went through my head, I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath and headed in. Dancing over the now slippery cement floor and feeling my way around the Jag "No No, not my baby!" I went straight to the shelf in the far corner and opened one eye just enough to see where my painting respirator was hanging. Military training took hold and I slipped my chin into it, pulled the straps over my head, breathed out with everything I had and tentatively took a shallow breath. It could definitely smell the damn stuff and my eyes burned a little but it was bearable. I flipped on the lights and surveyed the damage. One side of the large garage door was covered in orangy-red spray and the mist was expanding as I watched. I quickly closed the door into the rest of the house and rolled open the car door. The wind cleared the mist quickly but I was now stuck with the task of cleaning a full can of sticky oily cayenne pepper spray off of the door, walls and floor of my garage. The spray had also hit my bike, the ramps, the pile of bike accessories, and my creeper hanging beside
the garage door. Mercifully, the Jag appeared to be unscathed. As I stood there cursing and swearing at my stupidity (and still wearing a full face respirator), I then noticed Wife standing a safe distance away laughing herself hoarse. Oh she'd pay for that...one of these days!
In between fits of giggling, Wife was kind enough to bring me every cleaning product we owned along with a couple pails of hot water. Bear spray is incredibly oily, gets everywhere, and is a bear to clean up. I scrubbed, hosed and washed for a good two hours before I could finally risk taking the mask off. My arms where a bright red from being in the contaminated wash water and I could feel the welt on my face from the mask. Thankfully the smell had not gone into the house. Dumping all my clothes and cleaning rags into the washing machine along with a half jug of detergent, I headed upstairs to the shower, ignoring the chuckling issuing from the kitchen where *someone* was making supper. The shower was a mixed blessing. Water seems to activate the pepper spray residue and I had to scrub myself with my eyes clamped tightly closed and breath through a wet face cloth. The shower has one of those single handle controls which has never worked properly. Going from scalding to freezing takes less than a millimetre of movement and it normally takes a few minutes of fiddling with the stupid thing to get the water temperature 'just so'. Explosive coughing fits made me bang into the knob with my flailing arms causing the water to go from scalding to freezing.
Like a warrior limping home from a lost battle I dragged myself into the dining room just in time for supper. I was lobster red from a combination of exposure to the spray and a vigorous scrubbing in scalding/freezing water. Wife made soothing and sympathetic noises as served me supper and a steaming cup of Earl Grey, but I could see the merriment in her eyes. This would make a great story at her work the following day.
...and the Jag you ask? Despite being right in the midst of the fun, she escaped with nary a drop on her scarlet paint. It seems that God not only protects drunks and small children, but old British roadsters as well.
...and me?...I just can't wait for the hives!
- Bob
In the aerospace industry we are repeatedly reminded how seemingly unconnected events can gang up and together have dire consequences. My particular consequences hit this Saturday as storm clouds from the hurricane gathered over the river valley. They started, however, many weeks ago on the Trans Canada Trail in Burton.
It was a typical dark fall morning as I bumped and bounced over the trail heading to work.
My headlight made a skittering spot of light ahead which allowed me to avoid the rocks and puddles. One spot had been repaired over the summer but the passage of ATVs had torn it up leaving sharp edged, fist sized stones strewn about. I normally walked my bike the few metres over this spot since the sharp rocks had already slit two tires. Almost completely stopped, I swung my leg up to get off. The front wheel hit a low spot and jerked to a halt; my groin hit the can of bear spray mounted just behind the handlebars. It made only a brief "Phfsst!" but that was enough to create a small red cloud immediately in front of me. Still moving under my own momentum, I passed through it. I knew from many trips to the military gas hut to hold my breath and close my eyes. I'd never experienced the effects of bear spray and certainly didn't want to do so now. I walked forward a few metres until I felt that I was through it. Cautiously I opened my eyes and took a shallow breath.
The technique seemed to have work as I was able to breath. Even though I could smell the rancid cayenne, it wasn't strong enough to cause any distress so I got back on the bike and peddled the rest of the way to work. In the lights of the parking lot at the hanger I could see some liquid spray on the front of my bike. I figured that the rain would would eventually wash it off and thought no more of it. That evening I carefully washed everything I'd been wearing and perfunctorily hosed off the bike. It was quite oily and didn't really wash off. The next day I'd all but forgotten about the incident until I stepped into the shower after riding to work in the morning. My entire groin and upper thighs where covered in hives! I monitored the situation during the day and was relieved as they slowing subsided over the course of the day. I kept wondering what I'd eaten that would cause such a reaction. The next morning they where back. That's when I connected the bear spray incident! The damp air in the morning was picking up enough fumes from the oily spray residue on the bike to cause a reaction on my skin. That evening I vigorously scrubbed the entire bike with Castrol brand degreaser and (again) washed all my biking gear. This time it worked. The hives never re-occurred.
A few days later found the wife and myself getting the yard ready for winter. Over the past few years I've taken an interest in plants and enjoyed 'doing' gardening (under the wife's watchful eye of course). My set of (heavy!) metal car ramps were still sitting in the driveway and I'd decided to take them apart and use the metal to make a BIG set of axle stands. With Wife's able assistance, we lugged two of them into the garage and stacked them beside the Jag where I could start unbolting them at my leisure.
A week later and the ramps are still sitting beside the Jag, untouched. My good intentions
had been put on hold by the release of the next installment of my favourite computer game. Those darned alien brain sucking monsters where back and needed wiping out! It was getting a bit crowded in the garage and I was forced to lean my bike up against the ramps in order to get the Jag in and out. The can of bear spray was laying on top of the ramps where I'd left it after washing the bike and accessories (light, flasher, bear bell, bear spray holder).
Saturday was overcast and dreary but still warm enough that the salt trucks hadn't been out. I pushed my baby out, closed up the garage and headed out (via the scenic route) to the Freddy market for breakfast and shopping. Uncharacteristically, I left the top up. The combination of +4C temps, a brisk wind, and heavy clouds killed my usual enthusiasm for top down driving. Having the roof in place allowed me to hear all the buzzes and rattles that I'd never noticed when the top was down. Darn!, another item to add to my list of winter car projects, ..."item 56- find and eliminate many, many rattles from under bonnet."
I was a good two hours earlier than I normally am at the market and ran into a different set of folks than I usually do. The Russels where having their pick of fresh goods, and I stopped to chat with a few other friends who I rarely see at the market.
Arriving home, I tucked 'baby' away in the garage and moved my bike to lean against the stacked ramps in order to allow use of the side door. The weather had improved a bit and I ran a power cord out to the fountain to run it one last time before winter. As the day wore on and it warmed up, Wife came home early and we set about stacking pots and raking leaves. Even under the gathering storm clouds, the trickling water fountain made a nice sound. Soon, a few drops where felt and I knew it wouldn't be long before the sky opened up. I unplugged the fountain and rolled up the extension cord.
Leaning around the half open side door into the garage, I tossed the coiled cord and saw it land on top of bike accessories I'd neglected to re-install which where still piled on top of the car ramps which where STILL awaiting disassemble. The stage was now set. The bike leaned against the ramp and touched the coiled cord which lay across the trigger of the bear spray which was prevented from moving by the bike light battery bag which all lay on top of the car ramps. Walking towards the door with an armload of carwash buckets I pushed it a bit further open. The door hit the rear tire of the bike which rolled forward a couple of inches and pushed the coiled extension cord into the trigger on the can of bear spray which went PHFFFSSSFFFSSSSFFT!!!!", and kept going "PHFSSST!!" I suddenly realized what I'd just done. I dropped everything as the overpowering sensation sent me reeling backwards out of the garage! Through the window I could see a red spray impinging the large garage door. It lasted scant seconds but seemed like forever before the can issued it's last "Pfst!"! As thoughts of sleeping in a hotel for the next two years went through my head, I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath and headed in. Dancing over the now slippery cement floor and feeling my way around the Jag "No No, not my baby!" I went straight to the shelf in the far corner and opened one eye just enough to see where my painting respirator was hanging. Military training took hold and I slipped my chin into it, pulled the straps over my head, breathed out with everything I had and tentatively took a shallow breath. It could definitely smell the damn stuff and my eyes burned a little but it was bearable. I flipped on the lights and surveyed the damage. One side of the large garage door was covered in orangy-red spray and the mist was expanding as I watched. I quickly closed the door into the rest of the house and rolled open the car door. The wind cleared the mist quickly but I was now stuck with the task of cleaning a full can of sticky oily cayenne pepper spray off of the door, walls and floor of my garage. The spray had also hit my bike, the ramps, the pile of bike accessories, and my creeper hanging beside
the garage door. Mercifully, the Jag appeared to be unscathed. As I stood there cursing and swearing at my stupidity (and still wearing a full face respirator), I then noticed Wife standing a safe distance away laughing herself hoarse. Oh she'd pay for that...one of these days!
In between fits of giggling, Wife was kind enough to bring me every cleaning product we owned along with a couple pails of hot water. Bear spray is incredibly oily, gets everywhere, and is a bear to clean up. I scrubbed, hosed and washed for a good two hours before I could finally risk taking the mask off. My arms where a bright red from being in the contaminated wash water and I could feel the welt on my face from the mask. Thankfully the smell had not gone into the house. Dumping all my clothes and cleaning rags into the washing machine along with a half jug of detergent, I headed upstairs to the shower, ignoring the chuckling issuing from the kitchen where *someone* was making supper. The shower was a mixed blessing. Water seems to activate the pepper spray residue and I had to scrub myself with my eyes clamped tightly closed and breath through a wet face cloth. The shower has one of those single handle controls which has never worked properly. Going from scalding to freezing takes less than a millimetre of movement and it normally takes a few minutes of fiddling with the stupid thing to get the water temperature 'just so'. Explosive coughing fits made me bang into the knob with my flailing arms causing the water to go from scalding to freezing.
Like a warrior limping home from a lost battle I dragged myself into the dining room just in time for supper. I was lobster red from a combination of exposure to the spray and a vigorous scrubbing in scalding/freezing water. Wife made soothing and sympathetic noises as served me supper and a steaming cup of Earl Grey, but I could see the merriment in her eyes. This would make a great story at her work the following day.
...and the Jag you ask? Despite being right in the midst of the fun, she escaped with nary a drop on her scarlet paint. It seems that God not only protects drunks and small children, but old British roadsters as well.
...and me?...I just can't wait for the hives!
- Bob
And I thought Halloween was over!
Actually, this photo goes back two or three years to our regular PEI event. Mike Drury and James B. are in disguise as they have just presented a prize to a certain owner of a BMW. The prize (Triumph mudflaps) was from the awards dinner at the PEI car show. Good looking chaps aren't they.
(Thanks to Margot for "digging up" this item. ;-)
Bob Earl's OktoberFest Tour Report
"No I'm NOT going with you! I HAVE to get these roses mulched!"
"But it's the last real run of the season, it's the Oktoberfest run, you..."
As her hand tightened it's grip on the shovel I dropped the subject. After 27 years of marriage I knew the danger signs. I'd rather go by myself than risk being scalped by a razor sharp shovel.
The next day (Sunday) dawned clear and warm. I knew she'd be sorry she missed it but I could gloat about it later. For now, I had some serious cleaning to do. The wires would take a good hour to clean even with my collection of brushes.
The day grew increasingly warm and had hit 20ºC by the time I headed off to meet the gang. I'd left quite early as I wanted some time to take video before we left. As it turned out the extra time was eaten up by EVERY DODDERING OLD FART OUT FOR A SUNDAY DRIVE!....Argh! I spent more time sitting impatiently behind big Chryslers putting along 15 K's below the speed limit. With no place to pass, I fumed.
A motley crew was ready to roll when I (finally) arrived at our meeting place just outside Fredericton.
After a quick tea break I shoved the video camera at an unsuspecting soul with instructions to "shoot something nice", and we were off. The route took us over the Mactaquac dam and along the 105 highway. The fall colours were spectacular and the sun glinted off the waters of the head pond as we meandered along. The leisurely pace and warm breeze put me in relaxed mood and I found myself humming Matt Monroe as we motored along (" On days like these,... when skies are blue and fields are green,...I think of you, and wonder what might have been..."). The old crooner seemed to fit the day and the miles passed pleasantly.
The warm weather brought out lots of folks for a drive including Vic Dunphy who was enjoying his new Miata MX5. We ran into him at a gas station where we'd stopped for tea/pee. He was quickly assimilated into the crew and joined us on our way to the John Gyles restaurant.
Once there, we found that we had the place entirely to ourselves and made quick work of ordering. The food was (again) superb with ample portions and good conversation.
After our early supper we languished outside enjoying the balmy weather. The wind had died down and it was pretty much perfect. We eventually headed home and decided to take the 102 route past Kings Landing. The air was just starting to get a bit fresh as the sun went down. The sunset rewarded us with spectacular colours and an awe inspiring display. I kept wishing that I wasn't alone so that someone could record the view on the video camera.
The Oktoberfest 2007 was another rousing success and thoroughly enjoyed by all. We couldn't have picked a nicer day or a better spot to dine.
- Bob
Thanks to the Sweets, we have photos of the club's run to Gyles Bavarian Restaurant. Click on a photo to see them. What a spectacular day!
...and photos from the Bleakney's as well.
"But it's the last real run of the season, it's the Oktoberfest run, you..."
As her hand tightened it's grip on the shovel I dropped the subject. After 27 years of marriage I knew the danger signs. I'd rather go by myself than risk being scalped by a razor sharp shovel.
The next day (Sunday) dawned clear and warm. I knew she'd be sorry she missed it but I could gloat about it later. For now, I had some serious cleaning to do. The wires would take a good hour to clean even with my collection of brushes.
The day grew increasingly warm and had hit 20ºC by the time I headed off to meet the gang. I'd left quite early as I wanted some time to take video before we left. As it turned out the extra time was eaten up by EVERY DODDERING OLD FART OUT FOR A SUNDAY DRIVE!....Argh! I spent more time sitting impatiently behind big Chryslers putting along 15 K's below the speed limit. With no place to pass, I fumed.
A motley crew was ready to roll when I (finally) arrived at our meeting place just outside Fredericton.
After a quick tea break I shoved the video camera at an unsuspecting soul with instructions to "shoot something nice", and we were off. The route took us over the Mactaquac dam and along the 105 highway. The fall colours were spectacular and the sun glinted off the waters of the head pond as we meandered along. The leisurely pace and warm breeze put me in relaxed mood and I found myself humming Matt Monroe as we motored along (" On days like these,... when skies are blue and fields are green,...I think of you, and wonder what might have been..."). The old crooner seemed to fit the day and the miles passed pleasantly.
The warm weather brought out lots of folks for a drive including Vic Dunphy who was enjoying his new Miata MX5. We ran into him at a gas station where we'd stopped for tea/pee. He was quickly assimilated into the crew and joined us on our way to the John Gyles restaurant.
Once there, we found that we had the place entirely to ourselves and made quick work of ordering. The food was (again) superb with ample portions and good conversation.
After our early supper we languished outside enjoying the balmy weather. The wind had died down and it was pretty much perfect. We eventually headed home and decided to take the 102 route past Kings Landing. The air was just starting to get a bit fresh as the sun went down. The sunset rewarded us with spectacular colours and an awe inspiring display. I kept wishing that I wasn't alone so that someone could record the view on the video camera.
The Oktoberfest 2007 was another rousing success and thoroughly enjoyed by all. We couldn't have picked a nicer day or a better spot to dine.
- Bob
Thanks to the Sweets, we have photos of the club's run to Gyles Bavarian Restaurant. Click on a photo to see them. What a spectacular day!
...and photos from the Bleakney's as well.
A Very Interesting New Site
FABAC member Mark Brown(many met him when we were in Saint John last time) has begun collecting data for a New Brunswick British car directory. He hopes that owners will allow a photograph and some basic owner data to be available to interested people. This promises to be an interesting and useful site. Why not zip over to Mark's site now and help it grow. You will notice that he has been very careful to honour people's desire to opt in or out regarding having their car included. I think all of us should dig out our favourite photo and send it to him with some basic data. He's at: http://nbbritcar.mbrown.ca
Plans for the St. Andrews Run and some photos from last weekend in Saint John from Bob Earl
Here's the info for this Sunday Sept.30/07:
We'll meet at the Tim Hortons on Hanwell (our regular spot) and leave by 11:00 AM. A leisurely jaunt to St Andrews via the usual route to arrive by 1:00 PM (Gary adds that we will make a brief stop at Blacks in Harvey 11:45ish)
I've made reservations at the Harbourfront Restaurant on Water St. (out-of-towners might meet us there.) We can eat either on the patio (if its warm enough) or inside as the weather dictates. The restaurant's menu is here. The prices are reasonable and there's quite a variety.
The afternoon is at everyones discretion and I'd like to suggest this spot:
http://www.kingsbraegarden.com/ I get dragged through it every year and it's grown on me.
- Bob Earl
Click on the Metropolitan for more photos from Saint John Weekend Run.
We'll meet at the Tim Hortons on Hanwell (our regular spot) and leave by 11:00 AM. A leisurely jaunt to St Andrews via the usual route to arrive by 1:00 PM (Gary adds that we will make a brief stop at Blacks in Harvey 11:45ish)
I've made reservations at the Harbourfront Restaurant on Water St. (out-of-towners might meet us there.) We can eat either on the patio (if its warm enough) or inside as the weather dictates. The restaurant's menu is here. The prices are reasonable and there's quite a variety.
The afternoon is at everyones discretion and I'd like to suggest this spot:
http://www.kingsbraegarden.com/ I get dragged through it every year and it's grown on me.
- Bob Earl
Click on the Metropolitan for more photos from Saint John Weekend Run.
Weekend Report from Jim Bleakney
FABAC had a very busy week-end. Thanks to Jim McKeown for arranging an invitationfor FABAC to attend the World Class Auto dealer's open house on Saturday 22nd for food and refreshments. The owner Bob Wheaton was very impressed with our vintage roadsters.
Then on Sunday 23rd it was off to Saint John via the by-way of Route 101 with a rest stop at Welsford Irving, just in case anyone had a kidney stone loose or wanted to re-cycle coffee.
Next on to San Juan and the HomePort Inn where we were warmly received by Ralph and Karen Holyoke. We were also greeted by other Saint John FABACians where we socialized on the green and took in the beautiful view from the mountain top before lunch. Ralph had arranged for lunch at the Reversing Fall's Garden Restaurant. Ralph had to keep up-dating the kitchen as our numbers kept increasing to a total of 30. The food was good and plentiful and the hardy folk ate El Fresco--a few had to go inside(you know who).
Then it was off to Millidgeville to see Vern Sabean's barn collection of very old blighty cars and a rare 1950 Austin Atlantic for restoration. Alex Hoffman asked me, "When are we going home?" so I said, "Now."
Barry and Sue Green lead us through the maze of city streets to Westfield. We then took 102 for a nice autumn drive up the scenic River Road, and home safely. All and all we had a lot of fun and a beautiful day of touring for 15 cars and 30 Fabacians.
Thank-you all,
Jim B.
(Click on the top photo for more of Ellie's pictures.)
Click on this photo for pictures from Pat Sweet.
Picnic Run Saturday Sept.15/07
A total of 7 FABAC cars and 13 members met up at Tim Hortons on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. At the appointed hour (give or take a few minutes because we always seem to have so much to talk and laugh about when we get together) we made our way to Gagetown via Route 105 to the Lower Jemseg ferry. We were confidently led to the Queens County Fairgrounds by “Jim the enforcer” B. After cautiously and gingerly sidestepping the many fair parking lot “road apples”, our merry band decided that there was too little time to enter the fair before the 4pm closing and regrouped in downtown Gagetown to discuss our next move. Here we met up with four more FABACians from Saint John and together all scooted down to the beautiful setting at The Loomcrofters where we enjoyed a wonderful picnic lunch. Many thanks to Jim and Ellie for arranging for us to use the site! Once the eating was done, the group photos taken and the “bon voyages” given, we set off to our respective home ports via Rte 102 (some north, some south) having spent another terrific time together.- Bob Sweet
(Click on the photo for lots more pictures by the Bleakneys and Sweets.)
Morgan to the Rescue
A little e-mail floating about from Jim Woodford:
Hi Jim and Ellie....I had an interesting trip back. As you know I peeled off to visit Ian about some future work on the Morgan when I saw the door of his shop open in Oromocto.I was there about 20 minutes and crossed over the Burton bridge to head home and was about a mile beyond the bridge toward Fredericton when I saw a white MG pulled off to the side with the hood up.Living by the British car code of "NO ONE LEFT BEHIND" I stopped and discovered Mike and Valerie Drury. They were motoring along and the engine just died. There was lots of battery power and the fuel pump was delivering fuel and nothing obvious was amiss so I went back and fetched Ian to the scene. Alas, even the arrival of someone as illustrious as Ian refused to impress the LBC to start. The CAA tow truck was called and the recalcitrant vehicle delivered to Ian's "HOME FOR THE MECHANICALLY CHALLENGED". I then gave Mike and Valerie a ride home in the Morgan which no doubt heightened their appreciation of the suspension qualities of their afflicted MG.
I arrived home about 8:30 p.m., tired but happy I was able to render assistance to someone brave enough to venture forth into the hinterlands in a LITTLE BRITISH CAR.
Thanks for a GREAT DAY.........Jim
Hi Jim and Ellie....I had an interesting trip back. As you know I peeled off to visit Ian about some future work on the Morgan when I saw the door of his shop open in Oromocto.I was there about 20 minutes and crossed over the Burton bridge to head home and was about a mile beyond the bridge toward Fredericton when I saw a white MG pulled off to the side with the hood up.Living by the British car code of "NO ONE LEFT BEHIND" I stopped and discovered Mike and Valerie Drury. They were motoring along and the engine just died. There was lots of battery power and the fuel pump was delivering fuel and nothing obvious was amiss so I went back and fetched Ian to the scene. Alas, even the arrival of someone as illustrious as Ian refused to impress the LBC to start. The CAA tow truck was called and the recalcitrant vehicle delivered to Ian's "HOME FOR THE MECHANICALLY CHALLENGED". I then gave Mike and Valerie a ride home in the Morgan which no doubt heightened their appreciation of the suspension qualities of their afflicted MG.
I arrived home about 8:30 p.m., tired but happy I was able to render assistance to someone brave enough to venture forth into the hinterlands in a LITTLE BRITISH CAR.
Thanks for a GREAT DAY.........Jim
Strangs' Visit to the National Motor Museum
On August 20th Pat and Dave Strang visited the New Forest National Preserve and the National Motor Museum in Beaulieu near Southampton, England. When it comes to cars, motorbikes, commercial vehicles, motoring eccentricities and memorabilia, the National Motor Museum is firmly in the driving seat.With the Collection now comprising some 250 vehicles - from some of the earliest examples of motoring to legendary World Record Breakers like Bluebird and Golden Arrow - it is a place worth visiting. The latest exhibition, Supercars, showcases a selection of the fastest, most expensive and exotic sports cars. Exhibits include:
Enzo Ferrari
Named after the company founder Enzo Ferrari, this car was designed to bridge the gap between race prepared and road-going cars.
McLaren F1 GTR
The 6.1 Litre V12 BMW engine makes this car capable of accelerating from 0 to 100km/h in 3.1 seconds and reaches a top speed of 240.14mph
Aston Martin V8 Coupe
Aston Martin launched the new V8 Coupé in 1996 to replace the Virage Coupé. With a power output of 349bhp@ 6,000rpm this car is capable of accelerating from 0 to 100km/h in 5.8 seconds.
Light Car Company Rocket
Performance was never going to be disappointing with a 0 to 100km/h figure of 3.9 seconds and a top speed of 143mph. At £40,000, this car might be described as representing the budget supercar!
Maserati Gransport
The name ‘Gransport’ was first used by Maserati in the 1950s for the elegant two-litre coupé, created by styling house Carrozzeria Frua and utilising the chassis of the celebrated A6G model.
Ariel Atom
With a 1,998cc 4-cylinder Honda iVTEC engine producing 300bhp @ 8,200rpm, the Atom is capable of travelling from 0-100mph-0 again in just 10.88 seconds
There were numerous vintage cars such as Rolls Royces and Bentleys, as well as the traditional British sports cars.
On the grounds of the motor museum there were the remains of an old Abbey which was partially destroyed when King Henry VIII outlawed the Catholic Church in Britain and started the Anglican Church. Lord Montagu’s ancestors were granted the stones and destroyed property. The stone was used in the construction of a palace close to the abbey. Part of the estate was used a training school for spies during the Second World War. All in all it is a very interesting place to visit for a day.
On the way back to Southampton we briefly stopped outside of the Beaulieu Garage and it had just closed for the day, but I took a few photos through the window of some of the cars they had for sale. All the cars looked completely restored.
We also came across a Mini while out “walking the Walls in Southampton” with “Never underestimate a Mini” across its windshield.
Lots more pictures here. (By the way, when you are viewing these photos, if you click on any picture in the slideshow, it will tell you what it is.)
BalloonFest Report from Bob Earl
I'd cruised down to Sussex that afternoon over the traditional route. Even though the temperatures where in the low 30s, my re-cored radiator was doing an admirable job of keeping the temperature where it was expected.
The story changed once I encountered the balloonfest traffic in town. As I crept through Sussex, the temperature gauge crept higher. I kept an eye on it but wasn't overly alarmed. Early E-Types where known to have a problem getting sufficient air through the little opening up front. It settled near the high end but not alarmingly so. The story changed however as I followed the traffic around a corner and felt the breeze change to come from behind me. The hot air was now being blown back to the front of the car where it was just sucked into the grill again. This vicious cycle caused the temperature gauge to climb surprisingly fast towards the red spot. Although I had only a couple of klicks to go, I knew I wouldn't make it. I turned off into a parking lot and parked my baby facing into the wind. Leaving my barbecue on wheels to cool off, I wandered the short distance to the fair grounds.
I had made arrangements some months ago with a friend of mine to stay in his RV that evening. He attended the balloonfest regularly to fly his paraglider. I met up with him during the afternoon only to discover that he'd acquired a wife and family quite recently. I dislike sleeping with people I don't know so I offered the white lie that I'd made other sleeping arrangements for the night.
The balloons took off in the early evening and returned a couple of hours later as it got dark. They inflated and lit up with the burners in a show called 'candling'. It was quite impressive but didn't translate well into my camera.
Returning to my friends RV, we chatted for several hours while the several thousand cars fought their way out of the parking area. I don't know why folks don't just park outside of town and walk. It would be hours faster! Eventually I was able to drive my much cooler car to the parking field for the night. I chose a spot well away from the bandstand (mercifully) and beside a large stand of brush and trees. Not only would it provide cover from the streetlights, it made a handy 'facility'. Settling into the passenger side, I slid the seat forward and dropped the back. My pillow filled the space between the seat back and convertible top and with my sleeping bag over me, I settled in for the night. Seconds later I discovered that cars making a left turn out of the parking area across the road swept their headlights over my 'bedroom'. This was remedied by use of several towels and cleaning rags I'd brought with me for the car show. I hung them from the sun visors in front and stuffed a couple into the side window frames to hang down. This turned out to be quite effective and I once again I snuggled into my bed. Reclining there, I thought about how I probably wouldn't sleep that night and that it was going to be a long and uncomfortable wait till morning. Fortunately, I proved myself wrong by spending a reasonably comfortable night. One brief use of the facilities (around three in the morning), and I awoke at dawn refreshed (and not too stiff or cramped). There is a coffee shop across from the parking field that opens early and serves delicious breakfast sandwiches and mugs of hot tea.
I was disappointed when the balloons decided to take off from somewhere else. The early morning launches are easily the best spectacles of the event. The brightly coloured balloons in the crisp, clean early light make for a memorable view.
I now had nothing left to do but drive across the road to the now empty balloon field which was where the car show would be held. Staking claim to 'our spot', I prepared to defend it against all comers. In previous years the field filled up quickly and took much begging and arm waving to keep a few places open for the rest of the FABACians. This year would be different. The cars arrived slowly and by ten o'clock there was still a large area surrounding me devoid of cars. After washing baby with the morning dew (amazingly effective!) and doing some cleaning and polishing, I had nothing left to do but sit on the bench and drink tea. Eventually I was joined by a small crowd of LBCs. A few more folks arrived later in the day but we only mustered a total of seven cars.
Surprisingly, our little contingent seemed to stir considerable attention from the visitors and we always seemed to have a small crowd in our area. There's not much else to comment on regarding the show. We left in the late afternoon before the rest of the show traffic and headed back home. It was a gloriously beautiful day to have an LBC on the road and swooped through trees and valleys, enjoying the whole vista of beautiful New Brunswick relayed into the comfort of our cabins in stunning windscreen format. As the sun set, our small contingent stopped at Casey's diner for a modest supper.
The day was notable for the arrival of Paul Lemon and his restored Jaguar E-Type 2+2. We hope Paul will become a regular now that his 'kitty' is on the road. The only casualty was one of Jim Woodford's wing mirrors which lost a battle with someones butt.
Click on Mr. Peanut for a couple of photos from the Bleakneys and eleven from Bob Earl. Beautiful!
An interesting e-mail floating around
You may have received an unbelievable e-mail that is floating around that goes like this:
A New York man retired. He wanted to use his retirement money wisely, so it would last, and decided to buy a home and a few acres in Portugal.
The modest farmhouse had been vacant for 15 yrs.; the owner and wife both had died, and there were no heirs. The house was sold to pay taxes.
There had been several lookers, but the large barn had steel doors, and they had been welded shut. Nobody wanted to go to the extra expense to see what was in the barn, and it wasn't complimentary to the property anyway......so, nobody made an offer on the place.
The NY guy bought it at just over half of the property's worth, moved in, and set about to tear in to the barn.......curiosity was killing him.
So, he and his wife bought a generator, and a couple of grinders......and cut thru the welds.
What was in the barn...............?
Go to http://www.intuh.net/barnfinds/index.htm and start wishing it you had bought the place.
The story is a hoax but the collection is real and the real story is just about as good as the fake one:
What we are actually seeing in those pictures is the collection of an automobile dealer who over the years had added many(200) vehicles that caught his fancy. He just drove them to the barn and parked them there, presumably waiting until he decided what to do with the lot of them next. About a year ago he sent in a photographer to document the collection, and those pics are the ones circulating the internet, helping to create and sustain this myth.
A New York man retired. He wanted to use his retirement money wisely, so it would last, and decided to buy a home and a few acres in Portugal.
The modest farmhouse had been vacant for 15 yrs.; the owner and wife both had died, and there were no heirs. The house was sold to pay taxes.
There had been several lookers, but the large barn had steel doors, and they had been welded shut. Nobody wanted to go to the extra expense to see what was in the barn, and it wasn't complimentary to the property anyway......so, nobody made an offer on the place.
The NY guy bought it at just over half of the property's worth, moved in, and set about to tear in to the barn.......curiosity was killing him.
So, he and his wife bought a generator, and a couple of grinders......and cut thru the welds.
What was in the barn...............?
Go to http://www.intuh.net/barnfinds/index.htm and start wishing it you had bought the place.
The story is a hoax but the collection is real and the real story is just about as good as the fake one:
What we are actually seeing in those pictures is the collection of an automobile dealer who over the years had added many(200) vehicles that caught his fancy. He just drove them to the barn and parked them there, presumably waiting until he decided what to do with the lot of them next. About a year ago he sent in a photographer to document the collection, and those pics are the ones circulating the internet, helping to create and sustain this myth.
Poker Run/Pot Luck Aug. 25th
Gary & Barb put together a wonderful tour and feast for all who gathered at their home on Sat., Aug.25th.
A fleet of 12 cars and 24 FABACians participated in a poker run. We stopped at various stations on the tour to gather a card and have refreshments and fun.
Finally when we arrived back at the Arsenaults where a feast was laid out consisting of all the delicious pot-luck food and no end of fresh cooked corn.
Barb & Gary had their beautiful property looking wonderful and all the tables arranged with fresh flowers.
They sure know how to host a large group, including a beautiful pool to cool off in.
The poker-run first prize was won by Pat Sweet, 2nd prize by yours truly, Jim B., who also won a medal and blue ribbon for outstanding male, presented by Johanna Bertin. (see attached photo) Thanks Johanna! 3rd prize was won by Karen Johnson–she always wins.
The wonderful event ended with many laughs along with coffee and delicious desserts.
Thanks Gary &Barb for making this a memorable gathering.
Jim and Ellie B.
A fleet of 12 cars and 24 FABACians participated in a poker run. We stopped at various stations on the tour to gather a card and have refreshments and fun.
Finally when we arrived back at the Arsenaults where a feast was laid out consisting of all the delicious pot-luck food and no end of fresh cooked corn.
Barb & Gary had their beautiful property looking wonderful and all the tables arranged with fresh flowers.
They sure know how to host a large group, including a beautiful pool to cool off in.
The poker-run first prize was won by Pat Sweet, 2nd prize by yours truly, Jim B., who also won a medal and blue ribbon for outstanding male, presented by Johanna Bertin. (see attached photo) Thanks Johanna! 3rd prize was won by Karen Johnson–she always wins.
The wonderful event ended with many laughs along with coffee and delicious desserts.
Thanks Gary &Barb for making this a memorable gathering.
Jim and Ellie B.
Click on the above photo for pictures from Bob and Pat Sweet and
Jim and Ellie Bleakney.
Jim and Ellie Bleakney.
Notes on latest FABAC meeting
We had another great turn out for our regular monthly meeting on Wed with 24 FABACIANS turning out. Only 4 brave souls contested the not-so-great weather, they were David and Carolyn Nielsen and Bob and Dianne Earl. It's good to see the Morgan back on the road again. Our tours just didn't seem right without it.
Here's what we discussed:
- The PEI British Car Show in July. Many who attended thought it was one of the best shows so far. Bob Bentley, his crew and Strait Crossing did a magnificent job overall. It was highly recommended to make your reservations for next year early due to the growing attendance. This year there were near 200 cars on display. For details see the previous report on the show posted in July.
- Tim Ross recently got his 72 MGB back from the body shop. Tim and Debbie circulated pictures of their returned "B". It looked spectacular! Now Tim has the job of reassembling it and getting it on the road. Debbie will provide emotional support. Hopefully they will be sporting it next summer.
- Ralph Holyoke's proposal for a run to the huge British car show in Stowe drew considerable discussion but unfortunately did not draw any commitments from the attending group. Maybe next year. Hopefully Ralph will be able to attend and will provide a glowing report that will attract our members for next year.
- The St Andrews/Algonquin Annual Brunch scheduled for Sunday Aug 26/07 is cancelled. Jim Woodford sends his regrets but business commitments prevent him from attending. In its place, Gary and Barb, will organize a Pot Luck/Poker Run at their place on Saturday Aug 25/07 please see site for details.
- Algonquin Run for Thanksgiving. We are planning an Algonquin Run for Thanksgiving Oct. 7/07, details to follow.
- Next meeting, Wednesday Sept 19th, will be held at the Swiss Chalet on Prospect St. 6pm for Supper, 7pm for the Meeting.
Tks,
Gary
Here's what we discussed:
- The PEI British Car Show in July. Many who attended thought it was one of the best shows so far. Bob Bentley, his crew and Strait Crossing did a magnificent job overall. It was highly recommended to make your reservations for next year early due to the growing attendance. This year there were near 200 cars on display. For details see the previous report on the show posted in July.
- Tim Ross recently got his 72 MGB back from the body shop. Tim and Debbie circulated pictures of their returned "B". It looked spectacular! Now Tim has the job of reassembling it and getting it on the road. Debbie will provide emotional support. Hopefully they will be sporting it next summer.
- Ralph Holyoke's proposal for a run to the huge British car show in Stowe drew considerable discussion but unfortunately did not draw any commitments from the attending group. Maybe next year. Hopefully Ralph will be able to attend and will provide a glowing report that will attract our members for next year.
- The St Andrews/Algonquin Annual Brunch scheduled for Sunday Aug 26/07 is cancelled. Jim Woodford sends his regrets but business commitments prevent him from attending. In its place, Gary and Barb, will organize a Pot Luck/Poker Run at their place on Saturday Aug 25/07 please see site for details.
- Algonquin Run for Thanksgiving. We are planning an Algonquin Run for Thanksgiving Oct. 7/07, details to follow.
- Next meeting, Wednesday Sept 19th, will be held at the Swiss Chalet on Prospect St. 6pm for Supper, 7pm for the Meeting.
Tks,
Gary
On the Road Again
Shamford Bluff Run (Sunday, Aug. 5/07)
Dave Strang reports:
Here are 11 pictures of the run to Shamford Bluff yesterday which
ended up being held at Doug and Nancy Lapointe's camp on the long
reach. We had about 4 to 6 cars with us on the run at various times
under Jim Bleakney's capable direction as always.
Click on photo for more pictures.
Here are 11 pictures of the run to Shamford Bluff yesterday which
ended up being held at Doug and Nancy Lapointe's camp on the long
reach. We had about 4 to 6 cars with us on the run at various times
under Jim Bleakney's capable direction as always.
Click on photo for more pictures.
This from Bob Earl
The latest from the club's rumour mill is that fears of a certain members melted down engine have become nothing more than a blown exhaust manifold gasket. I'll bet he's sorry he didn't dig into the car earlier. Another member's car will be running on three cylinders
for the remainder of the season. It seems his compression has 'gone away' in one cylinder. This will affect gas mileage and large hills may present a challenge. Hopefully it will turn out to also be a fairly minor (ie: inexpensive) fix.
Bob Earl will be heading down to St John on the evening of Tuesday the 7th of August.for their British car night at Market Square. Anyone who wants to come along should contact him. He will be taking the river route (of course) along highway 102.
Bob is also planning a CAMPING trip to Sussex for the Balloon fest on the 7th to 9th of Sept. It will be an afternoon run to Sussex where we will pitch tents in Steve Ball's yard. The evening
entertainment at the fest is always good and we hope to see the balloons 'candle' as the light wanes. We will be able to grab sites early on Sunday for the car show. Folks are encouraged to
pre-register here:
http://atlanticballoonfiesta.ca/showandshineprereg.htm
for the remainder of the season. It seems his compression has 'gone away' in one cylinder. This will affect gas mileage and large hills may present a challenge. Hopefully it will turn out to also be a fairly minor (ie: inexpensive) fix.
Bob Earl will be heading down to St John on the evening of Tuesday the 7th of August.for their British car night at Market Square. Anyone who wants to come along should contact him. He will be taking the river route (of course) along highway 102.
Bob is also planning a CAMPING trip to Sussex for the Balloon fest on the 7th to 9th of Sept. It will be an afternoon run to Sussex where we will pitch tents in Steve Ball's yard. The evening
entertainment at the fest is always good and we hope to see the balloons 'candle' as the light wanes. We will be able to grab sites early on Sunday for the car show. Folks are encouraged to
pre-register here:
http://atlanticballoonfiesta.ca/showandshineprereg.htm
British Invasion at Stowe Sept 14th weekend
Hi All
Plans are afoot to take in the British Invasion at Stowe Vermont this year and I will be coordinating with the BATANS group. so far just looking for level of interest and to get a group formed up to see what the needs and wishes are. contact me as soon as you can to start the motor running so to speak.
link to this really big show
http://www.britishinvasion.com/
Ralph
holyoke@nbnet.nb.ca
Plans are afoot to take in the British Invasion at Stowe Vermont this year and I will be coordinating with the BATANS group. so far just looking for level of interest and to get a group formed up to see what the needs and wishes are. contact me as soon as you can to start the motor running so to speak.
link to this really big show
http://www.britishinvasion.com/
Ralph
holyoke@nbnet.nb.ca
Report on British Cars Across the Bridge 2007
If this were an executive summary of the PEI show, I'd have to say it was one of the best. The Friday evening at Bob Bentleys, the car show, the awards banquet and the scenic and spectacular drive to Indian River for the closing ceremonies were all done to the highest calibre garnering applause and appreciation from all participants. Truly it was the best of the best!
The details:
The main group of FABACians left Fredericton Friday morning led by the Big Red Jag of Bob and Diane Earl. While I was not part of this group, having departed for PEI earlier in the week, I understand the trip went very well with some great touring and great eating along the way. The well known stop at Fred's restaurant in Cap Pele is well known for their seafood and large portions. I understand our group was not disappointed, maybe uncomfortable from eating the gargantuan portions but not disappointed.
Many of our group met Friday evening at Bob Bentleys where we and many other attending participants were hosted to a fantastic evening of great food, great friendship and a wonderful time. Bob and friends really know how to entertain. We also got a glimpse of some of the attending Morgans, they were all fantastic cars and to see so many in one spot was truly a sight to see. We also met up with our Saint John members Ralph and Karen (MGA), Terry and Kim (TR6) and Barry and Sue (MGB). Also making the event were David and Margo Russell (BMW), Stephen Wheatley (BMW) and David and Pat Strang (BMW), all driving great cars. Our events are never complete without having them with us.
Saturday morning, a good number of FABAC cars were as usual the first at the car show scene to ensure they got to the wash stations and also to claim our now well established corner display area. It was here that Captain Jim B and Ellie B (MGB) were the first on the field to establish our area. Let me tell you there was no one going to get into our area without their approval. They laid out an area for our tent and for 15 cars and we used every bit of space. Only after we were well established did Jim and Ellie get time to wash there own car–they are always thinking of the group first! While Jim was stewarding the cars into position, with assured accuracy and military precision, David Nielsen lead a confused group of tent constructers in their task of setting up the FABAC HQ tent. Having lost the tent instructions, this now daunting task took every bit of David's teaching skills and a far margin of patience, to lead this unskilled workforce, into finally raising the tent. David and Mary Anne Blagrave (MGB) put the final touches on the tent with our British flag streamers and our very own FABAC banner. Thank God, we were doing this in fine weather. Had it been raining, we would all have been soaked to the bone!
With that major ordeal in hand, we all went about our more focused task of grooming our cars and making preparations for the big showing of the day. The weather was wonderful and we had a great day. Several women from the group went for the bus tour into town and spend much of the day touring and shopping in Charlottetown. Many friends from previous shows came over to visit as did many of us visit others. This really is a social event as well as a car show. Currie and Sherry Alder with their late model Jag were on site with us as well. Currie's request for a manicure set was somewhat viewed as interesting thinking it was a new detailing technique only to find out he nicked his finger nail–the appropriate cajoling was dispensed. Richard and Sharon (MGB) from Toronto also joined our group having become great friends over the years being part of the St. Nicholas Motel group. Alex and Lise joined the group with their fully original TR6 now equipped with a GPS. Now we have no reason to get lost provided Alex is in the group. Later in the day we also met up with the Farrahs(MGB) and Gary Suddle (Benton restored TR6)
All in all it was a great day. Dennis Gage, a well known car show host of My Classic Car, was there as well. He interviewed Jim Woodford and others on the field. We should all be looking forward to seeing this item on his show sometime in April. As you can see from the posted pictures from the event a number of our "interested" members got their photos taken with Gage. Gordon and Dorothy Arsenault (MGB) won an autographed tee shirt from the same.
The events from the day did not end there by any means. At the awards banquet, our group did splendidly well overall. Jim Woodford's Morgan won 2 coveted awards, the Participants Choice award and the Concours award. An overall achievement never done before! Congratulations Jim. On top of that Karen Johnson's TR3 Triumph won second in class as did I for my Triumph TR6. All told, we did extremely well. Congratulations to all!
I should also mention that the feedback from our group about this years awards meal was that it was the best yet! Prime rib and all the fixins with home made carrot cake dessert was the main entry and it was all delicious.
Sunday was no less eventful. It started off back at the Cymbria Lions Club with a huge breakfast. At 11:00 sharp, a lesson we could learn, a huge contingent of British cars were convoyed into a single procession that was lead by a police escort to Indian River. This was a non stop procession, all intersections were blocked as this convoy proceeded through. It really was something to see. British cars from miles! The tour took us through some of the most picturesque scenery imaginable. PEI truly is a wonderful place to visit in the summer.
Arriving at Indian River, we were treated to some wonderful classic music from a Toronto based chamber music group, the Griffin Trio. Judging from the encore from the crowd, that nearly filled this large church, I'd say it was very well received. Bob Bentley then addressed the group thanking everyone for attending and extending appreciation to all those that contributed to what he described as a very successful weekend. We couldn't agree more.
Once outside the church we were directed to a tent where we were served a delicious lunch under wonderful sunny skies. A perfect end to three days of well organized and very much appreciated experiences.
Please see the great photography work from Bob Earle (JAG XKE),Pat and David Strang (BMW), Mark Brown and Ellie Bleakney which truly captures the events. Great photography folks!
All told we had a pretty enjoyable weekend,
Tks,
Gary
The details:
The main group of FABACians left Fredericton Friday morning led by the Big Red Jag of Bob and Diane Earl. While I was not part of this group, having departed for PEI earlier in the week, I understand the trip went very well with some great touring and great eating along the way. The well known stop at Fred's restaurant in Cap Pele is well known for their seafood and large portions. I understand our group was not disappointed, maybe uncomfortable from eating the gargantuan portions but not disappointed.
Many of our group met Friday evening at Bob Bentleys where we and many other attending participants were hosted to a fantastic evening of great food, great friendship and a wonderful time. Bob and friends really know how to entertain. We also got a glimpse of some of the attending Morgans, they were all fantastic cars and to see so many in one spot was truly a sight to see. We also met up with our Saint John members Ralph and Karen (MGA), Terry and Kim (TR6) and Barry and Sue (MGB). Also making the event were David and Margo Russell (BMW), Stephen Wheatley (BMW) and David and Pat Strang (BMW), all driving great cars. Our events are never complete without having them with us.
Saturday morning, a good number of FABAC cars were as usual the first at the car show scene to ensure they got to the wash stations and also to claim our now well established corner display area. It was here that Captain Jim B and Ellie B (MGB) were the first on the field to establish our area. Let me tell you there was no one going to get into our area without their approval. They laid out an area for our tent and for 15 cars and we used every bit of space. Only after we were well established did Jim and Ellie get time to wash there own car–they are always thinking of the group first! While Jim was stewarding the cars into position, with assured accuracy and military precision, David Nielsen lead a confused group of tent constructers in their task of setting up the FABAC HQ tent. Having lost the tent instructions, this now daunting task took every bit of David's teaching skills and a far margin of patience, to lead this unskilled workforce, into finally raising the tent. David and Mary Anne Blagrave (MGB) put the final touches on the tent with our British flag streamers and our very own FABAC banner. Thank God, we were doing this in fine weather. Had it been raining, we would all have been soaked to the bone!
With that major ordeal in hand, we all went about our more focused task of grooming our cars and making preparations for the big showing of the day. The weather was wonderful and we had a great day. Several women from the group went for the bus tour into town and spend much of the day touring and shopping in Charlottetown. Many friends from previous shows came over to visit as did many of us visit others. This really is a social event as well as a car show. Currie and Sherry Alder with their late model Jag were on site with us as well. Currie's request for a manicure set was somewhat viewed as interesting thinking it was a new detailing technique only to find out he nicked his finger nail–the appropriate cajoling was dispensed. Richard and Sharon (MGB) from Toronto also joined our group having become great friends over the years being part of the St. Nicholas Motel group. Alex and Lise joined the group with their fully original TR6 now equipped with a GPS. Now we have no reason to get lost provided Alex is in the group. Later in the day we also met up with the Farrahs(MGB) and Gary Suddle (Benton restored TR6)
All in all it was a great day. Dennis Gage, a well known car show host of My Classic Car, was there as well. He interviewed Jim Woodford and others on the field. We should all be looking forward to seeing this item on his show sometime in April. As you can see from the posted pictures from the event a number of our "interested" members got their photos taken with Gage. Gordon and Dorothy Arsenault (MGB) won an autographed tee shirt from the same.
The events from the day did not end there by any means. At the awards banquet, our group did splendidly well overall. Jim Woodford's Morgan won 2 coveted awards, the Participants Choice award and the Concours award. An overall achievement never done before! Congratulations Jim. On top of that Karen Johnson's TR3 Triumph won second in class as did I for my Triumph TR6. All told, we did extremely well. Congratulations to all!
I should also mention that the feedback from our group about this years awards meal was that it was the best yet! Prime rib and all the fixins with home made carrot cake dessert was the main entry and it was all delicious.
Sunday was no less eventful. It started off back at the Cymbria Lions Club with a huge breakfast. At 11:00 sharp, a lesson we could learn, a huge contingent of British cars were convoyed into a single procession that was lead by a police escort to Indian River. This was a non stop procession, all intersections were blocked as this convoy proceeded through. It really was something to see. British cars from miles! The tour took us through some of the most picturesque scenery imaginable. PEI truly is a wonderful place to visit in the summer.
Arriving at Indian River, we were treated to some wonderful classic music from a Toronto based chamber music group, the Griffin Trio. Judging from the encore from the crowd, that nearly filled this large church, I'd say it was very well received. Bob Bentley then addressed the group thanking everyone for attending and extending appreciation to all those that contributed to what he described as a very successful weekend. We couldn't agree more.
Once outside the church we were directed to a tent where we were served a delicious lunch under wonderful sunny skies. A perfect end to three days of well organized and very much appreciated experiences.
Please see the great photography work from Bob Earle (JAG XKE),Pat and David Strang (BMW), Mark Brown and Ellie Bleakney which truly captures the events. Great photography folks!
All told we had a pretty enjoyable weekend,
Tks,
Gary
More on the PEI Trip from Bob Earl
Club members who would like to travel as a group please gather at the Ramada Fredericton, 480 Riverside Dr., Friday, July 13th. We plan to leave at 9:00 AM. Bob and Diane Earl will lead the charge via Route 105 South, then take Route 10 to McCready's Restaurant (Young's Cove) for our 1st rest stop.
Next we take Route 112 ( Old F'ton Rd.) that comes out at the Irving Big Stop, Salisbury (probably arriving around 10:45) for our 2nd. rest stop, hopefully rendezvous with other members.
We will then take Route 2 (new 4 lane) past Moncton - take exit 467B onto Route 15 (towards Shediac).
Next we take Exit 46 onto Jct. 133 to Cap-Pele and Fred's Restaurant "for lunch".
Then get back on Route 15 for a few miles and turn left onto Route 955 at Mates Corner(scenic route). Next turn left onto Route 16 to PEI.
After we cross the bridge we will rest stop at Borden Carleton and meet up with other gear jammers.
We stay on Route 1 for a few miles, then turn left onto Route 13 and drive up through the lovely country side to New Glasgow, take a right turn on Route 258, drive a few miles, then left turn onto Route 6 toward North Rustico - (our destination).
Bob
Next we take Route 112 ( Old F'ton Rd.) that comes out at the Irving Big Stop, Salisbury (probably arriving around 10:45) for our 2nd. rest stop, hopefully rendezvous with other members.
We will then take Route 2 (new 4 lane) past Moncton - take exit 467B onto Route 15 (towards Shediac).
Next we take Exit 46 onto Jct. 133 to Cap-Pele and Fred's Restaurant "for lunch".
Then get back on Route 15 for a few miles and turn left onto Route 955 at Mates Corner(scenic route). Next turn left onto Route 16 to PEI.
After we cross the bridge we will rest stop at Borden Carleton and meet up with other gear jammers.
We stay on Route 1 for a few miles, then turn left onto Route 13 and drive up through the lovely country side to New Glasgow, take a right turn on Route 258, drive a few miles, then left turn onto Route 6 toward North Rustico - (our destination).
Bob
A Note to FABACians re PEI Trip
July 13th is approaching and with it, our annual trek to PEI for
the All British Field Meet.
I have volunteered to lead the pack this year and have mapped out a route.
While planning the route I remembered the words of that famous British
car journalist, James May, as he road tested a Jaguar XJ6....
"It's a Jaguar, and Jaguars belong on a back road, swooping through
trees, the whole vista of beautiful England relayed to the comfort of
your cabin in stunning windscreen format!"
The same can easily be said about any of our cars right here in
New Brunswick. While it may be destitute and impoverished, it IS a
gorgeous province and one certainly can't see much of it from a four
lane highway. The chosen route will forgo the four lanes and take us
through the nicest roads I can find.
We have no schedule other than to stop in Salisbury and possibly meet
up with the folks from Moncton and St John. It would also be nice to
stop at that nice little restaurant in... wherever it was (anyone
remember?). As long as we make it to the get together at the
Bentley's place, our mission is accomplished. More info will appear
in the coming week.
- Bob Earl
the All British Field Meet.
I have volunteered to lead the pack this year and have mapped out a route.
While planning the route I remembered the words of that famous British
car journalist, James May, as he road tested a Jaguar XJ6....
"It's a Jaguar, and Jaguars belong on a back road, swooping through
trees, the whole vista of beautiful England relayed to the comfort of
your cabin in stunning windscreen format!"
The same can easily be said about any of our cars right here in
New Brunswick. While it may be destitute and impoverished, it IS a
gorgeous province and one certainly can't see much of it from a four
lane highway. The chosen route will forgo the four lanes and take us
through the nicest roads I can find.
We have no schedule other than to stop in Salisbury and possibly meet
up with the folks from Moncton and St John. It would also be nice to
stop at that nice little restaurant in... wherever it was (anyone
remember?). As long as we make it to the get together at the
Bentley's place, our mission is accomplished. More info will appear
in the coming week.
- Bob Earl
ScottsField Fly-In Report
Click on the 'copter for more pictures.
It may have been gray and it may have rained cats and dogs intermittently but none of that deterred the mighty FABAC armada from their agenda. No less then 17 cars mustered to Jim and Ellie's call for a day trip to Ernie McLean's fun fly-in and breakfast at his Granite Hill airfield. We all rendezvoused at the Mactaquac ESSO and as luck would have it the weather changed to bright skies with just intermittent clouds. Someone put in a good word for us. Terry driving the loaned Woodford Morgan and Karen driving her outstanding TR3 led the British armada to the field in fine FABAC fashion.
While the focus of attention at the field was no doubt the grand collection of sports and recreational aircraft, the arrival of our group was well noticed by the well attended crowd of onlookers and pilots.
Ernie McLean and his organizing team made us feel no less welcome then the attending flying group and their aficionados. We had a reserved parking area and were stewarded into our area with no less care and attention then given to the arriving aircraft. We were all made to feel very welcome. The events at the field were all very well organized and for this aircraft buff, it was a true Mecca of recreational aircraft of all types and makes. This breakfast was in a word delicious with 2 eggs, 2 pancakes, bacon or sausage and Ernie's award winning maple syrup–a real treat and a real Maritime breakfast!
The events were all interesting and all enjoyable.There were aircraft rides, a huge array of aircraft including many homebuilt units, a CAF Griffon Helicopter and many many more things to see and do. This truly is a growing event and a must attend if your into aircraft and even if you're not it's a fun place to be–the drive along the Saint John River to Granite Hill is truly one of the most scenic anywhere.
Special thanks to Jim and Elie for organizing this, yet another wonderful event. Personally I cannot tell you how much I appreciate them and their efforts in organizing these events for us. From our group to Jim and Ellie...many many thanks! We all appreciate your continued efforts in contributing to this club.To Terry and Karen, you folks did a great job in getting us to our destination in true FABAC fashion with no one left behind AND last but certainly not least to Ernie McLean for extending yet another invite to us and making us us feel very welcome. Everyone attending appreciated the event in it's entirety–we'll be back!
The next event on the FABAC calendar of events is our annual trek to PEI to attend the British auto show in Rustico. Stay tuned to our FABAC site for details. Hope to see you there. We're looking for ideas for a run, any tour, so if you have any suggestions please let us know, we'll help you, if you wish, to put it together.
Tks,
Gary.
Sunday Tour, June 24th
The pick-up gathering started off with cordial pleasantries, but as the only two LBCs became out numbered by four Z3 Deutsch mobiles a coup was attempted by their owners to change the club name. Alex and I put up a noble fight and the ladies rewarded us with their support because of our blighty tenacity and loyalty.
Then off we went with all tops down and looking forward to the tour. But soon we ran into a downpour of heavy rain. The two old Bangers showed their true grit by speeding up and slicing through the rain like a magic lazar. We soon passed through the storm to a clear blue sky. Alex and I then pulled off the road and waited and waited for the Z3 folks. We later were told that German cars with open cockpits will not operate in wet weather.
We finally arrived at our destination and enjoyed Chris Painter's hospitality and returned home safely.
Jim B.
Click here for photos from Jim and Ellie.
Then off we went with all tops down and looking forward to the tour. But soon we ran into a downpour of heavy rain. The two old Bangers showed their true grit by speeding up and slicing through the rain like a magic lazar. We soon passed through the storm to a clear blue sky. Alex and I then pulled off the road and waited and waited for the Z3 folks. We later were told that German cars with open cockpits will not operate in wet weather.
We finally arrived at our destination and enjoyed Chris Painter's hospitality and returned home safely.
Jim B.
Click here for photos from Jim and Ellie.
A Fine Turnout
A wonderful group of 22 Fellow Fabacians gathered at the Ramada Wednesday evening. Most arrived by tin tops and canvas roofed LBCs because of a tiny bit of mist in the air - Oh Well!
Jim B.
Jim B.
Meeting notes from Jim B.
We decided to pass on a July meeting, because of PEI trip and members on holiday, etc.
Gary and Barb Arsenault are planning on holding a pot luck party at their home in August. The date to be announced.
Gary is going to the Moncton Air Show July 8-9th. Contact him if you want to go along.
Barb Arsenault has some great idea for tour plans, so stay tuned. These include:
- August - an overnight trip to the Miramichi, with a cruise on the mighty Miramichi River.
- Some Saturday morning - breakfast and a fast jaunt to Ripples to visit the internment Museum.
- Sept - an overnight to Grand Manaan.
Please send comments on your interest in any of these events.
Terry Johnston gave us a talk on a car ralley he and Karen attended in Manchester, Vermont. Terry is going to put info on the site.
Club members who would like to drive as a group to Ernie McLeans Fly-In at Granite Hill Saturday, June 30th, gather at the Esso Service Station across from the Mactaquac Park Marina on Route 105 for 8:30 AM. We will leave at 8:45 AM and drive North on Route 105 ( Approx 20 miles ) to Ernie's air field. ( arrive at 9:10 ) Ernie has requested that we park our FABAC cars up by his plane hangar to be part of the event. David Davis will meet and greet or place a sign to show us where the reserve parking area is.
The Club runs on fun!
Jim B.
Gary and Barb Arsenault are planning on holding a pot luck party at their home in August. The date to be announced.
Gary is going to the Moncton Air Show July 8-9th. Contact him if you want to go along.
Barb Arsenault has some great idea for tour plans, so stay tuned. These include:
- August - an overnight trip to the Miramichi, with a cruise on the mighty Miramichi River.
- Some Saturday morning - breakfast and a fast jaunt to Ripples to visit the internment Museum.
- Sept - an overnight to Grand Manaan.
Please send comments on your interest in any of these events.
Terry Johnston gave us a talk on a car ralley he and Karen attended in Manchester, Vermont. Terry is going to put info on the site.
Club members who would like to drive as a group to Ernie McLeans Fly-In at Granite Hill Saturday, June 30th, gather at the Esso Service Station across from the Mactaquac Park Marina on Route 105 for 8:30 AM. We will leave at 8:45 AM and drive North on Route 105 ( Approx 20 miles ) to Ernie's air field. ( arrive at 9:10 ) Ernie has requested that we park our FABAC cars up by his plane hangar to be part of the event. David Davis will meet and greet or place a sign to show us where the reserve parking area is.
The Club runs on fun!
Jim B.
Next FABAC Meeting
Next FABAC meeting will be held June 20th at 6:00 pm at the Ramada Fredericton on Riverside Drive.
The Exciting Lives of the Sharpe Family
Earl and Faith passed on some very interesting information recently. First, I am sure, all FABAC members will rejoice to hear that their son Joel is returning from Afghanistan this week after being injured when a wall collapsed on him during a military operation. Another soldier was killed that same day.
In Spain, Teri Sharpe was returning to university on a bus which caught fire and all had to jump out the driver side windows because the driver ignored the red warning light on the dash!
In Spain, Teri Sharpe was returning to university on a bus which caught fire and all had to jump out the driver side windows because the driver ignored the red warning light on the dash!
Freddie Beach
The weekly gathering of specialty cars (informally called "Freddie Beach") is starting again on Thursday evenings. It takes place at the Legion parking lot just off Queen street. Folks normally show up around six or seven. It's a fun little low-key weekly event and a good excuse to go for a little drive afterwards for ice cream.
from a Forum note by Bob E.
from a Forum note by Bob E.
A Beautiful Day for Mothers and Others
Here's a fine report on the tour by our talented resident author Johanna Bertin:Thanks to James Bleakney, he of the problematic PCV valve, we have identified an essential item to be added to our trusty “remedial kit” to be carried on all FABAC tours.
A little bit of background is required. We started the day in fine form, heading off from Tim Horton’s only a few minutes behind schedule. This was due in part to Johanna Bertin “absolutely having to finish the novel” she was reading. (When she was younger she could read in a moving car, but alas that ability has gone by the wayside.) So, novel finished and handed on to Margot Russell, we headed out.
As we crossed the Westmorland Street Bridge, we were momentarily taken aback. It seems that they were electing a pope in Nashwaaksis, or so it appeared by the plume of black smoke arising from the west. Uncertain as to whether black smoke meant that a pope had been chosen, or that the vote was defunct, we carried on. The stream of police cars coming our way with sirens on indicated that there was probably more amiss. Later we learned that vandals, hearing of our passage over the bridge had sought to provide entertainment for us.
We headed east to Gagetown and the Old Boot Pub where Bruce Pendrel was greeted with a great hug by a bountiful young woman. While other men looked on in awe and some jealousy, the women managed to order tea and seafood chowder. Replenished and warmed, for it was a chilly day, we carried on to another eating establishment in Queenstown. (Did I mention that we had eaten already at the Old Boot Pub?)
But the eating establishment whose name I know not, was full of people celebrating Mother’s Day. Surprisingly, seeing our lot, they didn’t ask everybody else to vacate the premises, but they didn’t and a sorry and hungry bunch we were. All except for Bob Earle that is. He was too busy using rolls of toilet paper to soak up the gasoline that was flooding his carburetor. The more he sopped up, the more there was, until there was this huge pile of rather disgusting yellow reeking toilet paper beside his car. Initially we stood guard, lest a Mother’s Day reveler chose to fling a cigarette butt, but as the pile of paper grew, we found ourselves standing further and further back until Bob and his car were a mere speck in the distance. We love our fellow FABACians, but are not prepared to be blown up for them.
So then it was onto the Evandale ferry. The Evandale Inn is for sale, and though I suggested that it would make a most nifty clubhouse for our lot, there were no takers. All of us fit onto the one ferry and we trundled across the water, clearly with one purpose in mind – to reach the Big Canoe for food. Did I mention that we had already eaten at the Old Boot Pub? Bruce Pendrel’s Sunbeam Alpine was making rude noises as he had put bigger tires on than would fit.
But then came the moment that this story is leading up to, in a long and roundabout way. We are at the Big Canoe. Well, that is, most of us are there – the Bertin Pendrels, the McKeown’s, Stephen Wheatly, and the Russels. But where were Jim and Ellie? We thought maybe they had snuck off for a romantic interlude, but no. It seems that Jim was having trouble. Not with Ellie. But with his car. He pulls into the parking lot, turns off the engine and announces “I’m dead.”
Well, he looked very much alive to us. But no, he declared again,”I am dead.”
There was something amiss with his PCV valve. It seems that the cap had taken an opportunity to do a bunk. Jim searched through his tool kit, all the time muttering on about his demise. But Jim hadn’t counted on the one sure fire thing in this group of aging boomers. It is not the frequent pit stops to which I refer, not is it the insatiable appetites. It is “intensive rehydrating cream”, known to some as “anti-wrinkle” cream. It seems that the cap off a Vichy’s Thermal Fix 2 is the perfect cap size for a PCV valve.
Mechanical challenges fixed, we carried on to the dining room and ate. You would think we had run a marathon rather than simply sat in cars considering the turkey and fish and chips that we managed to put away. It was noted that “even Stephen Wheatley” had pie. Fully satiated, we headed back to the cars for the trip home. Only two specks of rain had fallen on this happy group and it was a truly wonderful way to spend Mother’s Day.
Click on the BMW for pictures. Thanks to Ellie Bleakney and Margot Russell for the photographs.
The Annual Chowder Run - a great success - for some!!
Beautiful skies, nice temperatures, fabulous hosts, great food and wonderful friends–what could be better? Details on just how some members fared will appear here at a later date. For now, click on the photo of Ralph to see lots more. 
FABAC Meeting/Eating Report
We had 29 FABACians gather at Ringo's last evening for our dinner meeting. The food and service was fine so it looks like a possible repeat sometime.
We discussed the upcoming Homeport Chowder Run at Ralph and Karen Holyokes. Here is the plan for a group run from Fredericton.
Leave the new Tim Hortons - top of Hanwell Rd. - Sunday at 9:45 AM ( sharp ) - to Oromocto and down Route 7 to Welsford - rest stop at Irving S/S - then to 80 Douglas Ave. in old Saint John.
Our next meeting on the 16th of May will be held at Seasons Restaurant, 369 Lincoln Rd.
Bon Voyage to David and Carolyn, we will look forward to a complete trip account on your safe return from Japan.
Jim B.
We discussed the upcoming Homeport Chowder Run at Ralph and Karen Holyokes. Here is the plan for a group run from Fredericton.
Leave the new Tim Hortons - top of Hanwell Rd. - Sunday at 9:45 AM ( sharp ) - to Oromocto and down Route 7 to Welsford - rest stop at Irving S/S - then to 80 Douglas Ave. in old Saint John.
Our next meeting on the 16th of May will be held at Seasons Restaurant, 369 Lincoln Rd.
Bon Voyage to David and Carolyn, we will look forward to a complete trip account on your safe return from Japan.
Jim B.
Our Ceilidh at the Chef’s Manor; March 17, 2007
(Submitted by Al Thomas)
Even though we encountered a very wet evening, 30 members found their way to our gracious hosts: Terry and Sharon Pond. Doug and Nancy from the Saint John area even commented that instead of driving out of the fog they drove into it as they approached Fredericton!
We had only been there a short while, when Terry received a call from Dave Strang. Since the party atmosphere had already begun we understood that Dave was stuck at the bottom of the driveway. Several of us ventured down to offer assistance. As it turned out Dave was not stuck at all! He was lending a hand to an Ontario vehicle that had slid off the driveway leading to Terry’s house. The license plate read “K9 Care” and my first thought was a weary traveler looking for Terry’s Bed and Breakfast had slid off the road. After the rescue we found out this person was Kelvin Perry, our newest member.
As I was drying off I overheard the phone again. It was one of our members who unexpectedly would not be able to attend. I remember the conversation ending with the suggestion that the caller could still send his food item by taxi. ;-)
Terry and Sharon made room in their spacious kitchen to set up a fabulous potluck buffet. I do not believe that we even had one duplicate item.
After all the food and good conversation came the judging of the most “green items” worn by each member. Faith Sharpe had reached a perfect 10 (green items that is) when I simply had to step outside for air. She definitely won the contest, however I think everyone had stopped counting.
Initially I committed to writing a few paragraphs. Therefore I think I will end with the following little rhyme:
For some, the highlight of the evening was Faith’s green thong,
For others it was the fiddler fiddling a song.
Yet another admired the kettle boiling from red to blue,
And finally for one soul it was simply eating more Irish stew.
On behalf of everyone I want to thank Terry and Sharon for their generous hospitality at their beautiful Bed and Breakfast. This event will not be forgotten.
Kelvin, Bob, and our wonderful hosts Terry and Sharon.
Even though we encountered a very wet evening, 30 members found their way to our gracious hosts: Terry and Sharon Pond. Doug and Nancy from the Saint John area even commented that instead of driving out of the fog they drove into it as they approached Fredericton!
We had only been there a short while, when Terry received a call from Dave Strang. Since the party atmosphere had already begun we understood that Dave was stuck at the bottom of the driveway. Several of us ventured down to offer assistance. As it turned out Dave was not stuck at all! He was lending a hand to an Ontario vehicle that had slid off the driveway leading to Terry’s house. The license plate read “K9 Care” and my first thought was a weary traveler looking for Terry’s Bed and Breakfast had slid off the road. After the rescue we found out this person was Kelvin Perry, our newest member.
As I was drying off I overheard the phone again. It was one of our members who unexpectedly would not be able to attend. I remember the conversation ending with the suggestion that the caller could still send his food item by taxi. ;-)
Terry and Sharon made room in their spacious kitchen to set up a fabulous potluck buffet. I do not believe that we even had one duplicate item.
After all the food and good conversation came the judging of the most “green items” worn by each member. Faith Sharpe had reached a perfect 10 (green items that is) when I simply had to step outside for air. She definitely won the contest, however I think everyone had stopped counting.
Initially I committed to writing a few paragraphs. Therefore I think I will end with the following little rhyme:
For some, the highlight of the evening was Faith’s green thong,
For others it was the fiddler fiddling a song.
Yet another admired the kettle boiling from red to blue,
And finally for one soul it was simply eating more Irish stew.
On behalf of everyone I want to thank Terry and Sharon for their generous hospitality at their beautiful Bed and Breakfast. This event will not be forgotten.
Click on the photo for pictures courtesy of Jim and Ellie.
Kelvin, Bob, and our wonderful hosts Terry and Sharon.
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