The names of the towns are beginning to sound familiar: Orfordville,
Magnolia, Mt. Vernon, Little Norway, Forward. We have, after all, taken
this drive six times now, once each year the club has existed. The
awareness of having been here before fits the experience nicely, because
this drive is a spiritual homecoming, a return to the things that have
always made the 356 desirable. The crisp air, the golden leaves, the
unhurried pace, the curves and hills, the company of friends, all add up
to a celebratory end to another driving season.
This year, there were only seven cars in the group, but almost every one carried a passenger to keep the driver company and maybe take a turn at the wheel. The forecast of rain turned out to be a false alarm, and for most of the morning the sky was cloudless. We were lucky in the mechanical department as well, with a welcome absence of broken fan belts and disintegrated gearshift bushings.
What do you say we do this again next year?
Ron Felson with his answer to the question, "What's the best car to drive when your 356 is not quite finished being restored?"