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Red , Hot + Blue Vacation

I’m not sure when this particular issue will be mailed. For June, I took a week to slap something together, and it took another two weeks to get it from the printer and mailed out. Worst of all, I didn’t even see it until after the 4th of July. So maybe the June issue wasn’t “fast” or “fun,” but I still tried to make it “friendly.”

Night & Day

I’m still getting back into the swing of this newsletter thing. It’s been awhile. Luckily, Lori Jo and I had a few ideas on what to do before I temporarily took this over -- the June cover with the front and rear of a car, for example. This month’s concept was another one we’ve been thinking about. Hope you enjoy it.

I Get A Kick

Right now I’m trying to put this July issue together while on vacation. It’s almost appropriate. My schatz and I are planning to motor West, and we want to go on the highway that’s the best. So we’ve decided to get our kicks on Route 66. We’re going from Chicago to St. Louis, down to Missouri, Oklahoma City (it’s so pretty), Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico, Flagstaff, Arizona. (we missed Winona). Eventually, we’ll wind up by that cute little hole in the ground called the Grand Canyon.

Too Darn Hot

This road-trip vacation is a bit different for me. I usually drive out with just the 944 as company. This time, I have a lovely travelling companion (the afore-mentioned “schatz” ) and my Honda Civic. What does this mean? It means that I’ll use the air conditioner in the desert for once. It means that my things won’t melt, sitting under the glass hatch, boiling in the sun. It means I won’t have to turn on the heater after flying low in the desert. (My schatz didn’t seem too keen on the concept of keeping the engine cool, at the expense of the passengers.)

However, while we won’t turn into a puddle of sweat while driving, passing people is a chore for the Civic. I feel like I have to rev it to 7000 rpm just to pull out on two-lane roads. I guess that’s the price for 35 mpg. Considering that I paid $2.45 for premium gas before we left, I like 35 mpg. (If you want cheap gas, try Holbrook, AZ. I found premium for $1.78 here.)

Don’t Fence Me In

Every time I travel west, I’m always amazed at the expanse of our country. I enjoy seeing the different types of land and people. Going from the plains of the Midwest to the hills of Missouri, over the mighty Mississippi, all the way to the deserts of the Southwest is eye-opening. For example, I’ve observed that the nation as a whole should really diet (myself included), or buy an Ab Master from Suzanne Sommers. And unfortunately, left-lane sitters aren’t just endemic in Michigan. They’re all over the country, with the possible exception of Texas. They have a state law stating that the left lane is for passing only. Don’t mess with Texas.

You Do Something To Me

The centerfold in this issue is Gary Starin’s 1956 Speedster. We’re going to try and feature more of our member’s cars. If you have a car you’d like to submit, drop me an e-mail. We’ll consider all cars -- the hardest part of this process is getting me to drag my lazy butt out to take pictures of your car.

Everytime We Say Goodbye

Well, I hope that you had a good 4th of July holiday. Mine is just about over, and there’s still a lot to do on this issue. Until next time, keep right except to pass. ~em

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