Not just any car but the one I’d been searching for a long time. I ran a wild-card, shotgun blast search on Google and the Sterling Gray, 3.0i 2002, manual transmission, Z3 popped up inPennsylvania. I live in Houston. After a month of numerous phone calls with the owner, Dan, who I am surprised believed me since I’d answered an ad on free Craigslist, we made a deal and I bought an airplane ticket.
Friday I flew toPhiladelphia,PA to look at the car and have it checked by a mechanic (fat lot of good it did me in the end but that’s another story.). I was looking forward to my train trip toHarrisburg, through the Mennonite country, BUT I have neuropathy in my feet, am OUT OF SHAPE and avoid stairs at all costs. Guess what? Going to the train that took me from the airport to Amtrak, I had to haul my bags down a flight of steep stairs. At the Amtrak station, ditto. Needless to say, I made it, fearing sometimes that I’d crash and burn on the staircase.
For weeks, I had talked with Dan more than I’d talked with my family. In the train station, I heard, “Linda,” and turned around. Dan looked nothing like I’d imagined. He was in a word handsome—and it turned out very witty. I mention that here only for texture for my tale as this is a romance blog. He was also married to a very nice woman with three lovely children.
At gone five, we completed our transaction. I’d forgotten my thyroid meds, phoned my doctor and had another few minutes to wait. By six, I decided to leaveHarrisburgand drive as far as I could, though I was exhausted. My son, every mindful of my welfare, had dropped me at the airport at 6 AM for an 8:30 flight.
My destination, at all times, was Deals Gap, North Carolina, Highway 129, 11 miles with 318 hairpin curves that attracts motorcyclists and sports car enthusiasts alike. I was bound and determined to get a sticker for my new car after I’d mastered the Tail of the Dragon (web site advert: Ride me if you dare.) http://www.tailofthedragon.com/ (The photo is Z3PO at Deals Gap)
First night, I only made it 50 miles before I crashed at a Hampton Inn. Back on the road: Next morning, I popped out of bed, gobbled a free continental breakfast (you know how good they are) and grabbed Z3PO for the next leg of our journey. Yes, by this time, I had named the car. Anthropomorphism is good.
On my trip through her beautiful Shenandoah Valley, I’d intended to see our PFS Beth, but I’d left her number at home (along with my thyroid meds so Beth you see you were as important as my health). I did segue off toStaunton, took a top back drive to the scene of one of my great adventures—an English Civil War Reenactment of the Battle of Worcester where my stallion Alegre and I joined the King’sCalvary. Another story, another road trip.
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW