The Mrs. has returned to the stage, taking a small part in our local Town and Gown community theater’s production of Calendar Girls. (That’s not her, that’s the director, Terrell Austin.) I was there for the preview and a cousin came in to town from Birmingham for the closing show.
With a gap between the curtain falling and the cast party, spent some time wandering the neighborhood around the theater.
In the fall of 1991, I ran my first road rally with my high school mentor, Vern Robertson. He’d told me tails of comic adventure for years and he launched me into a quarter century of wandering the backroads of America.
When I moved to Georgia 12 years ago, there weren’t any events of note down here. I drove or flew north a few times a year to compete with my partner Frank Beyer, but as kids grew and life complicated itself, those events spread out more. We went more than three years between rallies.
I needed to do something, so last fall I approached the Atlanta Region of the Sports Car Club of America to ask about organizing an event. The response was overwhelmingly positive, especially since there hadn’t been an SCCA event in Georgia in more than two decades.
On the first day of April, under crystal clear skies and warm temperatures, 30 teams showed up in Athens and then wandered a 100 mile route.
Almost all were novices, so I didn’t to a traditional time-speed-distance event. There were a few timing segmentes, but it was mostly a question and answer run. Which did turn out to be much harder than I had expected … but everyone was laughing at the end, everyone seemed to have a good time.
More to come …
No indication of what was going on.
Morning breaks over those active train tracks.
Early morning and one side of campus lights up. In the afternoon, setting up for a farewell reception.
There are train tracks that run along the eastern edge of campus, right next to my parking lot. My students will occasionally wander over there to do portraits and I always tell them not to. They claim they aren’t in use – they are.
It’s private property, it’s trespassing and starting next semester, it’s in the syllabus as an automatic zero, no recovery.
As best I could tell, this was to caution folks away from a small hole in the ground.