I split the drive into four legs so I wouldn’t have to drive 14-15 hours straight; I’m way too old for that. I had driven straight through to Ft. Lauderdale, alternating the driving duties with Mark, my dear friend , in a 914, back in 1976, when I was 23 years old. I’m just a tad older now and happily retired. The first leg was from home in Easton, Maryland, on the Eastern Shore. First stop was Radford, Virginia, a small town where I had booked a room, about a 6-7 hour drive.
Then came I-81 S, and what a nice drive it was especially when a was on a long straightaway with not a car as far as I could see...I got her up to 100mph .She wanted to go faster, but I didn’t want to push it; being a speeding red Porsche is every cop’s dream ticket.
I drove on to Nashville the next day. My Garmin GPS did not recognize my Hotel’s address so after getting almost downtown, I was directed to take I-24 West. Soon I was seeing that this was the wrong way, as the Nashville skyline was in my rear view mirror. I went old school and turned around, deciding to get back downtown and just ASK SOMEBODY! A nice Hotel manager gave me a map of Nashville and I eventually found the Hotel.
Drove out to the Hermitage, (Andrew Jackson’s home), the next day. I got to test the brakes when I didn’t see a red light, again following the GPS, and not concentrating on the road. Man those discs brought me to a QUICK stop, with no fade. I stalled, fired it back up, and wondered what the other drivers were thinking — damn Yankee probably!
Saturday night I went to the Ryman Auditorium to see one of my favorite performers, John Hiatt, in the town he calls home. He always puts on a great show, and he was joined by his opening act, Taj Mahal, for the finale, none other than “Good Old Rocky Top” which went over big, since we were in Tennessee.
Now I and the “Red Rocker” are home, safe and sound. Here is how she looked before I left. Now I just to have to clean her up again.
Where should I go next year?