Hi all, Took my wife on a camping trip last week with the roadster. She doesn't get out much, and lacks adventure in her life...
Well, being an adventurous sort of fellow, I decided a road trip would do her some good.
Now every ones definition of "adventure" is different, but bearing in mind that she goes from home to office in an air conditioned car, a simple trip in a roadster could fit the basic definition...
If any of you cringe seeing a Model A being used for anything more strenuous than parade duty "cause it would be shameful if it got dirty" or "you have to be gentle with them 'cause they might break" you'll probably want to skip the rest of the post...
Now each time I go out in the roadster, I seek out the most remote, narrow, and unkempt roads I can find. Something about going back in time...And besides that, it can be most enjoyable crossing a rickety old wooden bridge, or watching the plume of dust kick up behind you on an unpaved country lane that sees use only a few times a year.
So as to bring you closer to that mindset, here are a few pictures from some of our other adventures to show you what I mean...
The car gets dirty, and now and then a few rocks bang the underside, but the joy gained is well worth the price.
Looking at restored cars in a garage is nice, but steering one down the road, and blowing the horn whenever you feel like it is real living!
So, back to the story;
Here is the first picture; it is of our base camp.
The roadster pulls the trailer well, and stops even better with electric brakes! (6 Volt of course).
It started to get pretty warm that morning, so I headed for a distant line of trees. In our area of Central Illinois (open prairie) a line of trees or stand of timber generally indicates a stream or river.
Sure enough, as we closed on the timber, the road began to dip toward the bottom land, and the river. Soon a narrow curvy road leading into the cool recesses of the forest appeared before us.
We quickly left the busy asphalt ribbon, and prepared for our adventure! Here is a shot of what lay ahead,
Once the gravel disappeared into the dirt, my wife expressed concern.
She didn't want to get stuck, or lost, and what if's became our conversation... Relax nothing to worry about...
The road, or path, was seldom used and showed no signs of recent maintenance, a concern to her, but a sure sign that we had chosen well!
She was quite worried when we encountered that mud hole. It was bigger than the car! I assured her that it would be alright, that we could rinse off the wheels later...
As is always the case around here, a few miles later the road turned us back out into the sun baked prairie.
We were getting hungry, so headed toward the nearest town. After lunch and a bit of searching for garage sales, we headed out into the country again, looking for another shady road.
On the way, a couple photo opportunities presented themselves, so we stopped so I could practice.
I put the top down for the picture, but it was really hot out, so it quickly went back up for shade!
A half an hour later, just as our backs were about to become permanently glued to the seat, another line of trees came into view. At the T road, we chose left, and soon the paved road gave way to gravel.
It started out as plenty wide for two cars, but after a mile or so of ever tighter turns and dips, one car is all it could support…not that there was any competition for the space…
We honked at a few squirrels and birds just for fun, and then the road abruptly ended at a steep drop off into a river.
Oh well; the ride was a nice one, I said, as I turned the key to off and pulled on the brake. Great opportunity to cool off your feet I said, but she declined. I was wearing sandals, so the choice was easy, just went right in! Cool clear water, felt wonderful on a 90 degree day.
The river was split into two channels because of a gravel bar, so I walked across to the middle, had a look around, and returned to the car.
She asked me if I felt better, I replied that yes, I did. In return, I asked if she was ready to go. She was, so I started the car, and drove into the river!
The look on her face as we went down the embankment was worth more than gold.
She was rather concerned, and made her feelings known. I turned and winked, then reminded her that we had to rinse off the wheels.
After driving to the other side, I turned around and drove through again, this time stopping for a few pictures.
Right or wrong, life is short; enjoy it before you are no longer able… Rob