Today's run to Sussex/Hampton/Saint John and points all over.

 John D. really knows to pick 'em.   Either that or he can magically arrange for perfect weather.  A heavy mist hung over the group as we headed out from Burton, some with tops down, and wound down the 102.  We took the ferry to the peninsula and wandered down a variety of back roads as the mist burned off and it warmed up to what can only be called an Indian summer.   In Sussex, John led the group aimlessly through the town until we got tired of it and settled on someplace that was luckily, prepared for a group just our size.

 Remember that Road Runner cartoon where the coyote winds up running himself to exhaustion, lost in a maze of conflicting road signs (set up by the road runner)?  That's what the after lunch drive to Hampton for ice cream was like.   John mostly knows the roads well, but his GPS kept falling off and I, who was his passenger, was of zero help.  Still, it was very much summery and all tops were down by this time.  Eventually Hampton hove into view and we all stopped for a well deserved ice cream.

 It was there that a new look and direction for FABAC happened.  An innocent conversation regarding the continuing evolution of FABAC spawned....wait for it.....

 "We're not just FABAC, we're FAB!"

 There'll be more on this in the near future, trust me on this (*wink wink*).

 The group split off in ones and more ones as we headed along the river up to some obscure gas station with John lamenting the small size of his fuel tank before continuing on home.

 Thanks to John for another great tour and lunch.

 Rob E.

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