Five cars headed out of Fredericton this afternoon and (incredibly!) got lost looking for the Princess Margaret Bridge. I wish I'd been there to see THAT one. I picked them up as they passed me in Burton making six cars. It was short lived however when Dwight left us at the highway overpass not long after. Is it my deodorant?.
The remainder wandered into Gagetown for ice cream and to make fun of all the balding, fat, older guys on Harleys. After crossing the river on the ferry, we meandered at a very leisurely pace around the Kingston peninsula for a bit before finally stopping at the Hampstead Inn for supper. Despite the aromas wafting off the buffet table (a Chinese buffet today), most of us ordered our usuals and didn't regret the decision. Supper passed at the same leisurely pace the drive had set.
Afterwards we parted ways and headed home. Two cars set a less than pedestrian pace back up the 105 and had serious fun as the sun set. As a result, David Strang gets a coupon for one free car wash after following me home (bad/non-existent valve stem seals).
- Bob E.
PS from David N: After a month without either the Morgan or the TR6, I finally got around to looking after the TR6's clutch plumbing. (I have been spending way too much time on the Morgan and have neglected both the TR6 and Carolyn!) So, We at least got a new slave cylinder installed and bled (the master cylinder will have to wait.) but didn't finish until early afternoon so missed the run. So, we decided to take the 105 to Woodstock, eat, and return on the other side along the river as much as we could. We had a great meal at the Riverside Pub (should consider this for a Wednesday night—lots of room inside and out and great variety of food.) We stopped in at the MacNallys but they weren't home—no one should be home on a day like this!! We had a wonderful time—missed the gang though.
Photos of the FABAC run from Ellie are here.
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