I just woke up, and feel like a train hit me Bobby. The trip was pretty good, but had it's moments. For example, going up I was getting torrential rain most of the way from the tail end of Hurricane Fay. There were places on I 75 where everyone was going 35 mph with their flashers on.

Kind of a funny thing now that I think about it (but not funny at the time) I was driving along with rain so thick you couldn't see the car in front of you. All of a sudden the National Weather Service came on the radio with that loud alarm and advised that 8 toronados were traveling at 35 mph near Lake City Florida. Two seconds later I see a road sign and it reads "Lake City Exit?!!!!!!!!!! Never saw one, but I fought headwinds all the way up.

Then coming back it was white knuckle time most of the way because of the heavy load on the trailer, and my Ford is not used to hills, and Georgia has lots of hills. For the first 400 miles I didn't go over 55 mph, then when I got into flatter Florida I was able to get up to 60-65. I still stopped every hundred miles or so to check the load, but Paul tied her down so good it never budged the whole trip. Somehow we also got the front to rear weight ratio right on the money, the trailer tracked perfect over all kinds of road surfaces.

One last thing. I was thinking I was going to have to clean a spot in the shop when I got home so I could put the loaded trailer inside, but Dan went over Sunday when he got home and cleaned it and moved the two roadsters up so all I had to do was back in and unhitch. I really appreciated that after driving for 12 hours. Tonight we can go over and survey our new stuff.

Don