Vince, from Toad Hill Farm, KY could not wait until September 17 to travel to Rabbit Hash on our scheduled run, so he decided to do a DRY RUN for us. READ ON. Here are Vince's words. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You've Heard of the Game "Simon Says" How about "Randal says." As in Randal says "Do a Dry Run." "As I don't hear well, I admit to reading lips. But I am pretty sure it was Dry Run. I took it as a challenge. I waited till 1 September with afternoon temperatures reaching 96 degrees. I filled the tank. I revved the motor. I was off. First stop Cracker Barrel. There were rumors that Cracker Barrel Georgetown had been rolled. Lost. I would find out for sure. I rolled up I75 to exit 125. Dang. Caught at the light. Oil 222F and water 230F. Come on, come on. Ah, moving again. Hot. I must be dehydrated. Suddenly I knew where the Dry in Dry Run came from. Quick right onto Blossom Berry or whatever. 6000 in first gear. Whoa. Whoa. There it is. It ain't moved a bit. Shell just beside. Good parking for cobras in the rear. Fresh asphalt. Eager to get moving again I try one of those World Rally Car 180 degree turns on the side street. Whoa. Harder than it looks. Why is there a cow in the middle of the 'road?' So much for dry. I am sweating. I reverse course, catch 460 through town, and build way too much speed going westbound. The road sign for 227 north is buried in the weeds. Brakes. More brakes. This might not work. But it does. After my earlier 195 degree turn, this was a piece of cobbler. The first thing to know is that the park is just before the bridge. It comes up fast. Very fast. Jink right into the park before the bridge. I recommend slowing first. That is another story. A detail as they say. Plenty of space to get our group together. Man it is HOT. Need to get some air across the radiator. I motored out, holding back, looking cool. Man it is HOT. Right turn onto 227 north. Toward Stamping Ground. I should stop and ask about that name. No time today. I am on a Dry Run mission. There are lots of places where you cannot see ahead. Blind corners. Stuff like that. And one or two of those famous decreasing radius turns. 160 degree air from the engine flooding the cockpit. Motor temps coming down. Can't feel my feet. I decide to ignore it. Twisty, curvy all the way to Owenton. I look for 227. Nope. But there is a 127. Hmm. Cobra drivers don't ask for directions. I go for it. I am flying north. Bam. Did that sign back there say 127? I decide to chance that it did not. Wrong. Next up Sparta. Then Warsaw. This is no Dry Run, I am not even on the map. I would be lost but cobra drivers never get lost. The first rule when someone has misplaced the roads is to speed up. So I did. I reach highway 42 in a hurry and just about went into the Ohio. Hard right to go north in a pack of triple axel gravel trucks going 3 MPH. Ah, an eternity, and left on Bent road, then the dive down to Rabbit Hash. I wiped my brow, and sidled up to the General Store. Waved to all the adoring fans. Two Harleys, a minivan, two dogs and a beer truck. The bikers said it really sounds good. I said I like it. They could tell bigger lies than me. But the river looked good, the dogs looked good and I got an extra large pop for the run back to the farm. A very good day. But a lousy Dry Run. I am going to have to do it again I reckon." Vince Lubbers September 1, 2011 Toad Hill Farm, KY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Click on photo of Vince, below for more information about Rabbit Hash 2011 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SEE YOU ALL AT THE REAL EVENT ON SEPTEMBER 17TH -------------------------------------------- "Going to the Dogs" in Rabbit Hash, KY Saturday, 17 September 2011
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