Epilog (Team 39): So Far, Yet So Close Away

July 9, 2018

The day after the awards banquet, I took Dale to the Halifax airport to fly home, and Sue flew in there to join me. We stayed the night then headed west, took the shorter ferry (from Digby to Saint John), stayed the night there, then drive to Portland via back roads and the smallest border station I’ve seen (St.Croix, NB to Vanceboro, ME). The Hampton Inn has a tiny lot, so they insist on valet parking. I couldn’t convince the young valet that he wouldn’t know how to start (or drive) the Studebaker, so I left him the keys and went to check-in. Some time later, I returned and he sheepishly admitted I had to move the car (and that he’d offered his colleague $10 if he could figure it out). Take that, Millennial Pride!
We saw the Independence Day celebration there in Portland harbor, picked up some of our favorite blueberry pies, ate at one of the few open places nearby (sold out of lobster!), and retired. In the AM, we made for Kennebunkport Motor Lodge, where we arrived just in time for me to fix the swimming pool pump (what are engineers for, if not to fix things?). The proprietor has just recently inherited the place and is bringing it back to life. Then we relaxed…

MAINE: THE WAY LIFE SHOULD BE – HAMMOCK OPTIONAL

We met with cousins and buried Uncle Gordon’s ashes, sleeping again before the ride home through New Hampshire and Vermont.

COUSINS BEING COOL

Here are two of my favorite images from our visit to Maine (just because…):

Three Dories Docked at Dusk


Blueberry “Cidah” and Sue: Life doesn’t get much better than this (or as Motormouth would say, ‘How Cool is THAT?’)

And here we are again, after the long Great Race 2018, proving that no matter where you go, there you are. Old Bender was a trooper throughout, with nary a complaint nor fault (other than my own spark timing futzing). From home to Buffalo, Buffalo to Halifax in the event, and then Halifax back home again, for over 3600 miles, including a 16th place finish, all while using less than 3 quarts of oil and 150 gallons of dinosaur juice. Not bad! HECK, THE WHITEWALLS AREN’T EVEN THAT DIRTY.

3645 MILES COVERED, ALL ON OUR OWN POWER (NO WIMPY TRAILERS FOR US)!


BENDER, HOME AGAIN, RESTING IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD ASH TREE

Thanks again to ALL the Volunteers, Staff, and other lunatics who make the Great Race possible.
See ya next time,
jc

2 comments about “Epilog (Team 39): So Far, Yet So Close Away”

  • Good to know that you folks made it home safe and sound. I thoroughly enjoyed your blog, so well done. Really brought the event to life, made me think that I was in the back seat, riding along as a passenger.
    Thanks for the experience.
    Hope you enjoy lots of time with your feet up in the hammock.

  • Car #70, Bill/Carolyn Croker, finally made it home on the 10th of July!
    Spent three days winding down at our Support Team, Lloyd and Linda Hodgin’s beautiful home in Quispamsis, New Brunswick, Canada, after leaving Halifax. Then started our trek Westward, to Penn Valley, California, via Shelbyville, KY, to drop Maxine off, our borrowed cute RED ’38 Ford Coupe belonging to Gary and Jean Ann Martin. Our total trip was 8706 miles: home to Buffalo, Buffalo to Halifax in Maxine (doesn’t count the truck/trailer Lloyd drove for the lunch stops to Halifax) and Halifax to Northern California. Time for a vacation!!

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