Today's run started off in a disappointing manner for one member. He'd driven all the way to the rendezvous spot having been promised a switch for his TR6, only to find that the promisee(?) had forgotten to bring them. Sorry David, but none of them wouldn't have fit anyway and that big red aircraft switch would have looked goofy on your dashboard. (David replies, "That's OK, Bob, sometimes it is the intention that counts most among friends.")
That out of the way, ten whole cars wound along the Nashwaak river headed towards the far reaches of Boistown. An hour plus of empty winding roads under warm and sunny skies and we'd had enough. A dinner stop at the Pond's Dinner on the Miramichi river was called for. The restaurant specializes in seafood which is exactly what most folks seemed to be in the mood for. The scenery was great whether inside or outside the chalet and everyone decided that the club has to buy it as a retreat for those long hot summer evenings. We'll be passing a collection bucket around starting at the next meeting.
After eating, the return trip was made in small groups. I followed the Joe's TD, eager to see how his carburetor repairs had gone. He's recently discovered that tightening bolts and screws properly doesn't always work the way you'd think. Sometimes screws must be left a bit loose enabling the offending part to find it's own level of 'fit'. The dashpot on the front carb, now enjoying a bit of freedom, is working much better and the car zoomed up hills while remaining reasonably cool of temperature. Bet they don't teach THAT in mechanic school.
Bob E.
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