1/19/10
Road Trip to Cavallino, MD to GA
Photo R Faron
At 7am, we set off from Huntingtown, Maryland, headed for Savannah
Georgia, 523 miles away. There was frost on the cars, but the weather
was supposed to be nice.
I had mentioned on my Vintage Ferrari Forum that I was
experiencing fuel pump issues, and my first phone call in the morning
was from Todd in Indiana. He read the post and told me he was throwing
a fresh mechanical fuel pump rebuild in his bag before leaving for
Cavallino. So even before arriving in Florida, I had managed to secure
parts to help keep my car on the road!
Whenever a group of cars travel together, there is always an adjustment
period to see what is a comfortable pace for everyone. It soon became
evident Tom Kizer was the slowest of the group with Mark and I
pushing for some more speed. We were not expecting to fly down the
interstate, but anything above the speed limit caused Tom K. to lag
behind. The chatter across the radios soon became jokes made at Tom's
expense, but Mr. Kizer took it all in good humor, and it certainly made
the long boring trip on I95 go quicker.
Photo R Faron
The ride down to Savannah was pretty much trouble free until the last
mile. As I led the guys to my sister's house, I felt the brakes
dragging a little bit. By the last 100 feet before the driveway, the
brakes were nearly locked, but I managed to get the car into my
sister's driveway. I shut the car down, and got out to take a look.
Just as I walked around to the right side of the car, the front right
rubber brake hose caught fire! I asked Rich to grab my fire
extinguisher, and shot the powder in between the spokes of my front
wheel. I could see the rotor was glowing a dull red, and every time the
fire was extinguished, the heat from the rotor would reignite the hose.
Mark grabbed his extinguisher as my extinguisher began to empty, but
after the fourth shot of powder, the fire stayed out.
photo R Faron
It was probably one of the most dramatic entrances I've ever made
and I hope I never have the opportunity to do it again! I felt worse
about
the powder all over my sister's driveway than the powder covering my
car, but at least the 330 America didn't burn to the ground!
Not really understanding what had happened, I did the only thing I
could: eat and drink my misery away.
Linda had prepared a wonderful Prime Rib, broccoli, and of course
mashed potatoes! I was trying my best to have a good time over dinner
and drinks, but I was realizing my car was not making it to Cavallino.
When I had a chance I posted an update on my Forum to inform everyone.
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