It was a beautiful sunny day. Until… a small plane crashed on I285 in Atlanta. Our small group of adventurers had just set out for a fun weekend in Cairo, GA when we hit gridlock traffic on Peachtree Industrial Blvd right under the I285 overpass. That should have been our first sign, but as intrepid MGers, we forged on. Once we made it through traffic, we had a lovely drive down south. As always, the folks in Cairo welcomed everyone with open arms and the evening was a success. We ate some delicious BBQ, got sugared up on vintage candy, (who knew Ellis had such a sweet tooth!) and enjoyed the gas light parade. After a full day, we headed the 15 miles back to our hotel to get some rest.
After a good nights sleep, we all met up in the lobby to head back to Cairo. Sam lead the group, with Bill behind and Ellis taking up the rear. All was going well. Until... I mentioned to Ellis that I thought I smelled gas. We thought I might just be imagining it, but disregarded that theory when we followed a trail of gasoline into the automotive store parking lot. Bill and Andria had sprung a leak. Luckily, it was totally fixable. Unluckily, that wasn’t the reason Sam had pulled into the auto store. His TD had begun acting up and he suspected bad plugs. He tweaked a few things, and off we went on the Poker Rally. Until… we went to leave the first stop and Sam’s car refused to start. We replaced the spark plugs and thought we were out of the woods, but within minutes it was obvious that spark plugs were not the problem. We limped along back to the car show and decided that maybe it was the ignition switch. After some impromptu consultations, we thought we could hot wire his car. Until… all of our helpers realized that Sam’s TD has been switched over to an electronic ignition and wired a little differently. We were afraid we’d fry his electrical system. He managed to get it running long enough to go back to the auto parts store and see if they might have a switch that would work. They did not. We tinkered with his switch to no avail. We tried to rent a trailer but the places were all closed. They finally called their son in law, Brit, to rent a trailer and drive down from Atlanta to pick them up. With a 4 hour wait in the works, they forcefully sent us on our way home. It was the saddest sight to pull away from Sam, Ginger, and their TD!
Apparently, during their stay at the auto store, they made all kinds of interesting friends. Brit arrived just as the mosquitoes were setting in and they loaded up the car. They were thankful to be on their way. Until… a few miles out of town “whack!” Would you believe they hit a deer? Ginger said they hit so hard it rolled along with them for a while. (sorry for the graphic detail) And they were in a BIG work truck. Dented the whole radiator. The rest of the trip, they had to stop about every 70 miles to fill it up. They made it home around 3:00 am. I think Brit deserves “son in law of the year.” I think Sam and Ginger may be jinxed. Oh, and did I mention it was their anniversary?!!!