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It never occurred to me that Jay's Inn would be full but it was. It could
frequently be that way for awhile because of a big construction project
nearby whose workers have a large number of room continuously booked. I
checked at the Travelodge next door and booked a room for just about the
same price as Jay's. I personally think Jay's is a bit nicer but I'd
certainly have no problem staying at the Travelodge again or recommending
it to anyone who asked. I've taken pictures of the Travelodge's mini-arch
when I've stayed at Jay's so it only seems fair to take a picture of Jay's
sign from my current roost. It really is in there beyond the rocket and
arch.
Then a quick swing through town before I took to the road. The Madonna's
doing well but not so the Depot where I ate on my last visit. A fire early
in the month did significant damage and the 85 year old building may be
a total loss.
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On the Illinois side of the river, there is a gravel road that leads to
the water's edge near the old Chain of Rocks Bridge. I had just enough
time to try it today and I got a rather different view. The middle photo
is looking straight on at the span originating in Missouri with one of
the water intake towers in the foreground.
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I also made a brief stop at the Illinois bridge entrance. There were a few
cars there and I spoke with a couple of their drivers and shared what I
knew about the crossing drive originating on the other side. After a bit
of chatting among themselves, they decided they wouldn't bother and would
just wait for the caravan. That would change.
As I was leaving, a Mustang from Columbus, Ohio, pulled in. Its occupants
decided they wanted to do more than just watch cars come off the bridge
and they followed me to the Missouri side.
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In Missouri, things were busy but under control. A nice touch from the
organizers this year was dash plagues to the first 65 cars. I walked out
on the bridge to take a few pictures and heard someone call my name as I
returned.
A couple from Virginia, Wes & Dee, had been in a Corvette in front of
me when I crossed the bridge for the first time in
2003. Wes had been back
alone in 2004 and with his son
last year. We
had exchanged emails about this year's festival and knew they couldn't get
away to attend. At least they couldn't up until Wednesday night. After
watching video and flipping through pictures of past festivals, one of
those "I will if you will" exchanges occurred. Bosses were called, a cat
sitter secured ("You can't go this year, Jason."), and they hit
road about 4:00 AM. And there they were, the last folks I expected to see
any where near the old bridge, ready to cross it again.
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That's Dee and Wes with "almost local" Kent in the middle. It was Kent who
hung with me last year as I drove toward Springfield expecting total
transmission failure at any moment. Kent lives in Missouri but is quite
familiar with much of the Mother Road in Illinois and he headed up our
mini-caravan. American Road Forum member Don (a.k.a
RoadDog) and wife Liz are in the black car. They used
last year's festival as the kick-off for a full length cruise of Route 66.
There had been some cheering onlookers on the bridge and even a few on the
local road leading from it but I don't think any of us expected these
cheering and waving students near Mitchell. Now, that's
education!
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Our first stop was at Illinois' most famous ranch. That's
Henry's Rabbit
Ranch in Staunton. In Illinois, cars that were actually buried, ala
the Cadillac Ranch in Texas, would just rust away so that VW Rabbit tail
is a prototype for some "simulated burying". Rabbits of another kind
really are buried in the bunny cemetery guarded by Big Bernie but there
are plenty of unburied rabbits - of both kinds - around, too. Matriarch
Montana is getting on in years (9?) and no longer cares for crowds but
Rich did coax a pose and a smile from her.
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Next stop was at Country Classic Cars where no one bothered us for the
expected and posted entry fee (and we didn't volunteer:-). There is an
amazing collection of classic (or at least old) cars here and every one is
for sale. Kent returned to that red '57 Chevy several times and I'm pretty
sure I saw him patting his pockets for his checkbook at least once but no
deals were made.
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Don and Liz left us at the "used car lot" in order to get to Broadwell for
the dedication of a marker at the site of the Pig Hip Restaurant. We
briefly tried to fill their spot with this combine but it didn't work out.
The shot of Wes, Kent, & Dee was taken right after lunch at the
Ariston.
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After Kent headed to his hotel, Wes, Dee, & I stopped by the brick
road near Auburn then headed for our own hotels. Continuing the good
timing, I had just enough time to check in and head off to pick up Don for
the big street cruise. Pat Bremer brought his Corvair and Don graciously
agreed to supervise while Pat took care of some road dust. Kent is an old
hand at this but it was a first for Pat, Don, and me. What a hoot! There
were people along the street from the instant we started the 5+ mile route
and they were two or three deep in the downtown area. No pictures since 1)
there wasn't much light, 2) I really didn't want to rear end Kent's car
while taking a picture, and 3) I was having too much fun.
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