The names of the towns are beginning to sound familiar: Orfordville, Magnolia, Mt. Vernon, Little Norway, Forward.
We have, after all, taken this drive six times now, once each year the club has existed. The awareness
of having been here before fits the experience nicely, because this drive is a spiritual homecoming, a return to
the things that have always made the 356 desirable. The crisp air, the golden leaves, the unhurried pace,
the curves and hills, the company of friends, all add up to a celebratory end to another driving season.
This year, there were only seven cars in the group, but almost every one carried a passenger to keep the driver
company and maybe take a turn at the wheel. The forecast of rain turned out to be a false alarm, and for
most of the morning the sky was cloudless. We were lucky in the mechanical department as well, with a welcome
absence of broken fan belts and disintegrated gearshift bushings.
What do you say we do this again next year?
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