I drove up to the middle of Vermont today. A perfect Spring day. Blue skies, puffy white clouds, low humidity, a bit brisk and few bugs. I'll take it. I can only imagine that the terrain I drive through is very much like what is around Malvern. Rolling hills, single lane roads and not much traffic. A good day.
Only sour note was that the few pubs I was hoping to stop in were shut down in preparation for this weekend.
The roads were mixed, as always. Some are a joy and the rest are trying to devolve back into gravel. Winter was hard here.
Only thing of note was that I was coming around a blind curve and right in the middle of the transition I hit a patch of 'washboard', a condition where the road actually ripples just like a washboard. I'm running Blockleys at 27psi at the front and the rear is stock and I just about lost it! Rear end decided to have a mind of its own and show me just who is boss!
After a few more miles I came back to the home turf to stop in at a local grill/bar and just sat and contemplated life during two pints of a local brew.
This car has been such a joy but every now and then it has the ability to throw a big 'fuck you!' in your face and laugh all the while.
Reminds me of an old girl friend...
What's your mileage? Who cares. Is it practical? See #1. What happens when it rains? You get wet.
