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THE GREAT CROSS-COUNTRY CAMARO TOUR
By Susan Wade.
LAST DAY
We spent so little time in Idaho that we never got to
see Mr. Potato Head. Within a half-hour this morning, we were already
into the Evergreen State -- our ninth state on this journey.
But what is the matter with Washingtonians? They have
no sense of adventure! Not one of them would take me up on my offer
on this final day of travel. I was willing to give $10 to anyone who
would lick the bugs off the front grille of the Camaro. A few said they'd
do it for $100. So much for The Taste of Camaro experiment.
Now, all along, my cohorts had been betting that I would
received at least three speeding tickets. Fools. I didn't get any!!!
Ah-HAhahaha! Curiously, we didn't see all that many police officers
the entire trip. We had been hoping to share a doughnut or two with
them.
However, I did talk with one in Washington. He caught
up to the Camaro and pulled me over. He said, "Uh, Lady, seems you left
your mother at the gas station back there." I said, "Oh, thank goodness!!!!
Thank you, sir!!! There for awhile, I thought I was going deaf!" Not
true. Cheap joke. Sorry, Mom.
We knew we were almost home when we reached one of the
state's most popular locations: George, Washington. The amphitheater
there, in the Columbia River Gorge, hosts top rock, pop and country
concerts. After miles of wheat fields and corn, potato, bean, carrot
and turnip fields, we climbed through the Cascade Mountains and motored
down into Seattle. Even rush hour wasn't a bother (we got to use the
diamond lane!).
So we're home now. My mom is eager to get back to her
life in Indianapolis, but -- unlike our dear editor, Jeff, after his
first ride -- she didn't leap from the car and kiss the ground!! The
kids enjoyed the ride home from school in the Camaro, and the neighbors
appreciated the upgrade in our driveway! This Camaro is an awesome little
car. Thank you so much, Scott Settlemire and Fred Simmonds and Jeff
Romack and Jennifer Chestnut and all the good folks at General Motors!!!!
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