Bob E's report on the Windsor NS Run

  "Damn!....it's still behind us." Despite our best efforts to shake it, that screaming orange TR7 was still behind us.  It had survived torrential downpours all the way to St John, it made it onto the ferry and resisted our best efforts to throw it overboard and was now filling my rearview mirror as a large contingent of LBCs wound up a scenic back road towards Windsor. Sometimes it was midpack and once it even led the group but there was no shaking it.  It was determined to get to Windsor.
     This years Windsor British Car Meet was another rousing success. The trip up had started badly under torrential rains but the weather had broke once in Digby.  It was quite humid but with tops down (thankfully!), much more pleasant.  Several of us where watching gauges and listening for untoward noises, having spent the preceding week fixing and twiddling.  Joe's MGTD was leaking oil (nothing new there), I was wondering how long my fan belt would last, and Ralph's MGA was on it's maiden voyage with a rebuilt engine, new rear axle and a host of other goodies.
     Show day was unusually hot and humid but we (FABAC) had staked out a shady spot on Friday evening and enjoyed it immensely.   The show itself was as it always is, lots of interesting cars and the chance to renew old friendships.  We had fielded a large contingent this year and made a good account of ourselves.  The halftime show was hilarious and we all made great sport of watching the TR7 be spotlighted as a car one wouldn't want to be seen in.  Karen and Terry had the ONLY one in attendance and were presented with a paper bag to wear while driving it.  This is one joke we aren't going to forget.
     Most of us returned home on the ferry on Sunday and where rewarded with spectacular weather, reliable cars, great roads, amazing scenery and an interesting stop off.   We took our time and wandered down the back road towards Digby with several folks remarking at how nice the valley is.  An interesting diversion was the hour exploring Fort Anne in Annapolis Royal.
     The ferry ride was much more pleasant due to the much improved weather and 'someone' won enough money at a slot machine to pay for their entire weekend.  There was a bit of hasting 'twiddling' of contact points in someone else's voltage regulator that proved successful as it ran flawlessly back to Fredericton.
  Bob E.