Few ideas have garnered the range of opinions that this stupidity has aroused since the inaugural event last year:
The following observation from the above preview will amuse any native midwesterners who, for decades, have watched cars crumble to reddish-brown piles of rust before their very eyes:
All along last year’s route, a handful of hardy souls busted their cars out [sic] winter storage and came out to fraternize (big shoutout to those Mustang club guys in Chicago!). As far as we know, nobody’s ride self-destructed after a few hours of contact with slightly salty roads and subzero temps. It'd be great if even more people ventured out this time around, so keep that battery charged up, ready your can of starting fluid and plan on rendezvousing with the Drive Home crew when they pass through your town.
Right. "Slightly salty roads" is akin to being slightly pregnant.
I remember a deceased SDC member's brand new Bordeaux Red, 1964 R2/Powershift Super Hawk looking as good as new in the spring of 1965 after having been driven every day over a year in all manner of urban and suburban Chicago weather, including to work in Chicago and back all winter on probably the saltiest thoroughfares imaginable. Today, that car exists only as a Serial Number plate, Title, and Body Tag, although I understand those artifacts are being used to recreate it using [understandably] about zero of the original car.
It may be correctly said that the three subject cars being driven under these conditions are the museum's cars and they can do whatever they want to with them. I couldn't agree more...but that doesn't validate the idea to do so as a good one.
(Lest anyone think I'm being snooty or protective about our cars being used, remember: I encourage people to have their youngsters hop up in the open area of my Wagonaire so they can look around...and photograph them in there if they like, since most people want to and it gives the kids a happy attachment to what their folks are doing after having been told "don't touch" most of the day since they arrived.) BP
The following observation from the above preview will amuse any native midwesterners who, for decades, have watched cars crumble to reddish-brown piles of rust before their very eyes:
All along last year’s route, a handful of hardy souls busted their cars out [sic] winter storage and came out to fraternize (big shoutout to those Mustang club guys in Chicago!). As far as we know, nobody’s ride self-destructed after a few hours of contact with slightly salty roads and subzero temps. It'd be great if even more people ventured out this time around, so keep that battery charged up, ready your can of starting fluid and plan on rendezvousing with the Drive Home crew when they pass through your town.
Right. "Slightly salty roads" is akin to being slightly pregnant.
I remember a deceased SDC member's brand new Bordeaux Red, 1964 R2/Powershift Super Hawk looking as good as new in the spring of 1965 after having been driven every day over a year in all manner of urban and suburban Chicago weather, including to work in Chicago and back all winter on probably the saltiest thoroughfares imaginable. Today, that car exists only as a Serial Number plate, Title, and Body Tag, although I understand those artifacts are being used to recreate it using [understandably] about zero of the original car.
It may be correctly said that the three subject cars being driven under these conditions are the museum's cars and they can do whatever they want to with them. I couldn't agree more...but that doesn't validate the idea to do so as a good one.
(Lest anyone think I'm being snooty or protective about our cars being used, remember: I encourage people to have their youngsters hop up in the open area of my Wagonaire so they can look around...and photograph them in there if they like, since most people want to and it gives the kids a happy attachment to what their folks are doing after having been told "don't touch" most of the day since they arrived.) BP
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