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- Gary and Barb made it home fine.
- Hi Corey, and sorry for not featuring a picture of your Midget. New cars in the gang always merit having their cars showcased but I was busy swooning over the Jags. It won't happen again.
- No Jag parts were left on the cable at the ferry terminal...this year.
A cheery red 1965 MG Midget (a first in a long time for our group) was piloted by Corey, and Gail and Dave E. brought along their late model Jag XK. We did our best to make them feel welcome and hope that they'll become regulars. As Corey lives just around the corner from me, I imagine it won't take long for him to discover my extensive stash of tools, the free advice, and the secret FABAC brewery.
Dinner was much too filling, as it always is, and was enjoyed by all. However, ominous clouds hung over one of the cars as we wandered back to the lot after eating. A small puddle of anti-freeze was seeping out from under Gary's TR6 forcing him to tighten all his hose clamps while we stood around and made helpful and consoling noises. He decided to head straight home, becoming the first and only sorta-casualty.
The rest of us continued on a few Ks up the road to Durham's run where we sampled some of Tony Rickett's finest. While there, I may have also stumbled onto a secret but will keep my mouth shut...for now.
With a few more cars heading straight back, the remainder, still a healthy six cars, continued along the shore to the Westfield ferry where we stopped for ice cream before wandering back along the 102.
Thanks to John for another great event and we hope you all have a terrific time in Stowe.
Bob E.
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