Late on Friday, August 2nd, 1963, right around the end of second shift, my Daytona Blue split window coupe rolled out into the night air for the first time. Tonight, August 2nd, 2005, as we have many times before, my wife and I celebrated this auspicious event.
After a little preliminary pampering late this afternoon, we fired 'er up and headed south down along Rt. 31 toward picturesque Spencer - a beautiful wide meandering snake of a back road. We switched over to Rt. 67 for the next leg of the tour. This road features one gorgeous panoramic view after another and has a several mile stretch where the sun setting is an unobstructed delight. The only thing slowing us down were a couple of pauses to take a few pictures to commemorate the day.
Reaching Barre, we pulled up in front of the old Beard Motors, a Chevy dealership right on the common where my car was first delivered - more pictures. Around the common, we pulled up to the front of Ricco's - an Italian restaurant "secret" if you ever come through Barre. We got a table on the terrace out front and toasted the featured guest parked right next to us.
The run home was done at night through the refreshingly cool summer air. Rt. 122 is a wide straight shot through several uninhabited state parks that allowed us to do what we all enjoy the most - the main event. What a rush! What a car.
Happy Birthday, baby! Many happy returns.
Pete
After a little preliminary pampering late this afternoon, we fired 'er up and headed south down along Rt. 31 toward picturesque Spencer - a beautiful wide meandering snake of a back road. We switched over to Rt. 67 for the next leg of the tour. This road features one gorgeous panoramic view after another and has a several mile stretch where the sun setting is an unobstructed delight. The only thing slowing us down were a couple of pauses to take a few pictures to commemorate the day.
Reaching Barre, we pulled up in front of the old Beard Motors, a Chevy dealership right on the common where my car was first delivered - more pictures. Around the common, we pulled up to the front of Ricco's - an Italian restaurant "secret" if you ever come through Barre. We got a table on the terrace out front and toasted the featured guest parked right next to us.
The run home was done at night through the refreshingly cool summer air. Rt. 122 is a wide straight shot through several uninhabited state parks that allowed us to do what we all enjoy the most - the main event. What a rush! What a car.
Happy Birthday, baby! Many happy returns.
Pete
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