What could be more British than two E-Types chasing each others water spray through the mist shrouded hills of rural New Brunswick. I kept having visions from the Avengers as I watched Curry's car dip over a hill or round a curve. The roads where almost empty as we headed towards McAdam and it was different not to have to watch my mirror to ensure others where still behind me. In many spots we gave the big cats their lead and blew a bit of carbon out.
At McAdam it was time for tea, crumpets and sandwiches as various dignitaries babbled on about stuff we didn't care about. We'd come mostly for the drive with the goodies being just an excuse to go. Curry and I hadn't been there long when Karen and Terry wandered in, shivering from their wet and cold drive in Karen's Triumph. We wrapped them in blankets and sat them next to the fire with mugs of tea. It seems that they had taken a slightly different route so had not joined us at the departure spot.
We wiled away a bit more of the rainy afternoon in the train station then headed out. Terry and Karen wanted to visit a couple of local schools so the two Jags headed home together—again. The drive back was more sedate but surprisingly, seemed to go quicker. We stopped in Harvey for some ice cream at the old general store. A couple of minutes later the Triumph caught up and they joined us on the front porch. Karen and Terry were much drier this time as it wasn't raining nearly as hard now.
Despite the small turnout, it was an enjoyable outing and because everyone had forgotten their cameras so there are no pictures.
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