Well, @Analog Kid made it, and @Ripinator and @Imperialist67 came all the way to the starting point in Leesburg, so we had four cars (three fusies and a slab; two Chryslers, a Plymouth, and a Dodge) the whole way. Getting into the school parking lot was easy, getting out was a bit harder as -- unbeknownst to us -- the supporters of one presidential candidate had organized a rally and their convoy was parked all the way from the lot to the exit onto BUS-15. They complimented our little caravan and cheered us on the way out, which is always nice and more than made up for the hassle exiting!
Here is a photo of our four cars on BUS-15, waiting at the intersection with VA-15.
On the way to Point of Rocks, while still on VA-15 a bit before crossing the Potomac, Poppy (my 1970 Polara 'vert) clocked her 34th thousand mile.
Next stop was the Point of Rocks train station, to which Rip led us right after we'd gotten onto MD-28. The PoR MARC/Amtrak station is a beautiful building, the setting was great with beautiful fall colors, and of course we had four beautiful C-bodies
Now then, time for an ice cream! At the creamery, I parked Poppy next to an AC Cobra replica. The photo does not convey just how much bigger the Dodge looked than its neighbor.
@Analog Kid and Rip parked their '72 Fury iii and '73 Newport Navajo under a tree. The sun came out just in time for this one picture -- the rest of the day was cloudy, so I am glad that I caught the youngest cars in our group when bathed by a ray.
Our hunger for frozen treats sated, we headed out to Sugarloaf Mountain. Here is Rip's Navajo leading the way again, amid the Maryland corn fields and with the Mountain looming in the distance. The sky was threatening, but the weather forecast was on target and we saw not a drop of rain.
Once we reached the mountain, the entrance was packed and we mistakenly turned into a different road than the one we'd planned on. My bad -- by the time we were on the wrong NARROW road, there was not turning around. I will let others tell the tale, but
Suffice it to say that all four of us will remember piloting out barges on a one-lane road with lots of incoming traffic (I kid you not -- what were all those people doing there? I guess the same thing we were, i.e., enjoy a warm day out...). Here is a pic at the one and only point where, if I'd been quicker-witted, we might have turned around
After an interesting drive, we stopped for one last pause on a parking lot. When posting the photo below, I took the liberty to brighten the colors a bit so as to let the JK5 burnt orange paint of Rip's Newport light up the screen -- the car deserved better than the gloomy late-afternoon light we really had.
Here is a photo of our four cars on BUS-15, waiting at the intersection with VA-15.
On the way to Point of Rocks, while still on VA-15 a bit before crossing the Potomac, Poppy (my 1970 Polara 'vert) clocked her 34th thousand mile.
Next stop was the Point of Rocks train station, to which Rip led us right after we'd gotten onto MD-28. The PoR MARC/Amtrak station is a beautiful building, the setting was great with beautiful fall colors, and of course we had four beautiful C-bodies
Now then, time for an ice cream! At the creamery, I parked Poppy next to an AC Cobra replica. The photo does not convey just how much bigger the Dodge looked than its neighbor.
@Analog Kid and Rip parked their '72 Fury iii and '73 Newport Navajo under a tree. The sun came out just in time for this one picture -- the rest of the day was cloudy, so I am glad that I caught the youngest cars in our group when bathed by a ray.
Our hunger for frozen treats sated, we headed out to Sugarloaf Mountain. Here is Rip's Navajo leading the way again, amid the Maryland corn fields and with the Mountain looming in the distance. The sky was threatening, but the weather forecast was on target and we saw not a drop of rain.
Once we reached the mountain, the entrance was packed and we mistakenly turned into a different road than the one we'd planned on. My bad -- by the time we were on the wrong NARROW road, there was not turning around. I will let others tell the tale, but
Suffice it to say that all four of us will remember piloting out barges on a one-lane road with lots of incoming traffic (I kid you not -- what were all those people doing there? I guess the same thing we were, i.e., enjoy a warm day out...). Here is a pic at the one and only point where, if I'd been quicker-witted, we might have turned around
After an interesting drive, we stopped for one last pause on a parking lot. When posting the photo below, I took the liberty to brighten the colors a bit so as to let the JK5 burnt orange paint of Rip's Newport light up the screen -- the car deserved better than the gloomy late-afternoon light we really had.
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