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Another Day with the A's

The Palmetto A's touring club, that is. Jack is now an official junior member of the club.

Saturday morning, in the predawn, I shuffled to the kitchen to start the coffee. Jack was waiting for me. We were to meet the A's at 6:30am to travel to Magnolia Springs State Park in Millen, GA. The sun, appearing as a great red ball, rose over the horizon and cast its glowing hue onto the clouds as we made our way to the meet up spot.

Peter and Jack rode in a Model A, while Therese and I followed in our "modern". The going was slow, and I liked that. The back roads through the countryside provided such a beautiful backdrop as we made our way to Georgia. We had our first roadside "tech session" just before breakfast. The car  in which the boys were riding developed a flat tire. All the club members pulled over to assist. Once back on the road, we breakfasted at a small doughnut shop run by Mennonites. One stop at the state line and another for gasoline and then we were at the state park, where other Model A clubs all met for a picnic and to talk shop.

As we readied ourselves for the return trip, we experienced our second tech session. One of the A's refused to start. I got my first lesson in engine troubleshooting. The problem solved, the car sputtered and started and we got on our way. A stop for gas, a stop for ice cream, again run by Mennonites, and we were back home.





Doughnuts, the breakfast of champions











We spotted Mater!

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