LONG TIME NO SEE IN OH SO MANY WAYS
The 500E was WAY overdue for a good “stretching of its legs”. Its State Inspection expires at the end of this month, so I figured it’s high time to hit the road for a good test run & discover if any sorting out is required beforehand. I know at the very least I must adjust the parking brake prior to inspection.
I also had a perfect reason to get it out on the road. I reconnected with an old high school chum a few weeks ago during a reunion event who fondly recalled buzzing around in my old British roadster of that time. I suggested getting together on a nice day to catch up on our lives’ events. I’d pull an old car out from the stable & we could take a leisurely back road cruise through the local wine country & Lake district. He was all in.
The day before the road trip, I removed the car cover, placed it in the trunk & then took some time going through all of the storage compartments, seat & door pockets, etc., to see what was going on within. I popped the bonnet open. Everything looked fine. All critical fluid levels were where they were supposed to be. I added just a couple psi of air to equalize each tire. The engine turned right over & sounded nice & smooth. I reacquainted myself with the control buttons and instrumentation. I became irritatingly aware of the degree of memory fade via lack of regular use.
I went for a little 20-mile solo ride to correct that situation. After a few minutes It was like picking up where I last left off. I still get that same “feeling” every time I’m out on the open road in the 500E.
The next day, I topped off with ethanol-free gas & picked up my pal at noon. We had until 5-6pm to return. He spent quite a few years living in Germany & Belgium. Nodding his head in approval as he approached the 500E, he then sat down on the Recaro & exhaled, “OOhh…Autobahner”. We took a casually paced scenic ride up to a Belgian-inspired brewery at the top of the Lake. It was a nice day to be out on the deck overlooking the Lake wine country. We had a great chat & laughed a lot. Very therapeutic for both of us.
Departing, we slowly drove back towards home along the opposite side of the Lake, checking out the cottages & goings-on. We then stopped at a lakeside restaurant for a dockside meal. We appreciated the light mid-week crowd. Food, service & atmosphere were all very good.
Back in the 500E, we drove up over a twisty hill road leaving the Lake behind. The time had evaporated amidst all the conversation & scenery. I was a good boy behind the wheel
all day. I only took the 500E up to 100mph once on a long, barren straightaway with clear visibility. The car’s acceleration was effortless, silky smooth & quiet. Back in town, I dropped my friend off. We said our goodbyes, and expressed our mutual astoundment over the speed & enjoyability of this day trip. He was very appreciative of our time spent & our mode of transportation. I felt the same & departed with a big smile on my face.
NOW FOR THE GOOD PART
I mind my business but they KEEP drawing me in. I’m garaging the 500E at another property because my primary residence is undergoing renovations & its garage has become a warehouse supporting the effort. It’s supposed to rain so I’m taking the 500E back to the secondary garage. I’m at a three-way intersection just prior to leaving town. I’ve got time to zip out onto the main route before the oncoming traffic gets to me, but I’ve got that peaceful, easy feeling going on. I’m in no hurry so I yield to the oncoming traffic. Well here comes and goes a new blue/blacked-out Ford Mustang hot rod with its loud pipes trumpeting. I casually slide up behind it as we wait for the last traffic light leaving town to turn green. I kinda have that gut feeling starting to develop.
Now here’s the thing…we leave town heading across a long bridgeway. The traffic lanes merge from two to one (the left lane) because of bridgework. There’s three vehicles. A compact non-descript suv, the Mustang & me. The Mustang sees the merge sign, senses the opportunity & punches it! Passing the compact suv on the right with just enough time to swerve back into the left lane before the final merge. The speed limit is 35mph. I said, “Jeez, that was a bit reckless & unnecessary” as I watched the Mustang disappear across the spanse.
Two lanes become available again on the opposite end of the bridge. The compact suv returns to the right lane. I increase my speed to see if I can still make any eye contact with running Mustang. HA! There is one last traffic light providing the option to go to the highway on-ramp or to stay on this same road that parallels the highway. The traffic light is red & there’s the blue Mustang. I’m still distant but closing as I notice the Mustang going straight as the light goes green. The Mustang is off & running.
I carefully pass slower moving traffic after the junction & then open it up, reeling in the distance between us. This is the very same stretch of road where I had
a great run against an Audi years prior. The Mustang is in the left lane going into a sweeping left curve. Two lanes available. Median guard rail on the left, guard rail, railroad tracks & River on the right. The Mustang obviously must see it’s me again increasingly filling the space of its rear view mirror. It slides over into the right lane. “
Oh Boy!
DRAG RACE!”
This section of road is often used for “Running It”. The challenge being that the two lanes ultimately merge back into one.
We have about a half mile until we reach it. Oh Boy is the adrenalin & gut feeling going now!
I don’t get it…It certainly appeared we were going to go for it, but the Mustang heels over & lets me go past without even a snort of its dual exhaust. It bailed out onto a side road after the merge. Oh well, I’m still chalking one up for the old Young Timer.
My vital signs returned to normal by the time I made it back to the garage. The auxiliary fans ran until they stopped. Good to know. I popped the bonnet latch. Always remember to lift the bonnet up to dissipate the heat from your engine compartment. I grabbed the things that needed to come with me and as I exited the car, I opened the arm rest console lid to take the pressure off the strut.
What an enjoyable day. Felt great. As if we were never separated that long afterall.
