In these trying times keep in mind there’s no better mood enhancer than a drive in your Mini. Next time you hit the road, snap a selfie, writeup a brief description of your trip and send it to the blog editor so your fellow SAMOAns get to share in your experience.
Six South-Sound SAMOAns celebrate spring
In the above photo, six classic Minis from the lower end of the Puget Sound area recently took a drive through the south end. From left to right is James Thompson, Jim Younkins, Carl Barfield, Ben Compton and Peter Larsen plus the best looking black over blue Mini in the foreground. -The cranky guy took the photo.
We met in Tacoma, driving south on Hwy 507- you know the route – but turned into Bucoda and drove down to a ghost town (Tono), past the coal-fired plant into town. Almost. Jim Younkins knows the area very well and took us up, down and around on some really cool roads, ending up coming into Centralia from Seminary Hill (where Wobblie snipers fired upon the Armistice Day Parade in 1919). We had lunch at O’Blarney’s, then Jim led us to the west side of I-5, again on roads I never knew existed, until we intersected Hwy 101 a little north of Olympia. We split up there, James heading for Graham, Jim to Olympia and the rest of us, Ben, Carl, Peter and I, drove through Shelton and Allyn. Carl and Ben peeled off and left Peter and I to make our way home. A long 7-hour day but we were rewarded with great roads, perfect weather and good conversation over lunch. -Jerry Miller, the cranky guy.
It’s what you do when you grow up in Ballard – way back when we were driving our 50s-vintage Chevrolets. Now we still meet up at Dick’s Drive-In but we’re driving our Minis instead. A few weeks ago we “Met half way,” Bill Wecker driving his MkI Cooper S up from Ballard and me down from Everett in the Rover Cooper to the Edmonds Dick’s Drive-In next to Winco on Hwy 99. We had to wait a few days for the rain to stop but the social distancing was no problem nor was the transfer of funds now that Dick’s has card readers. -Ed Sauer
Grumbleina vs. the Bubbleator
I went for a ride today and ended up in Redondo Beach, home of the 1962 Seattle World’s Fair’s Bubbleator. If you zoom into the Bubbleator, you might be able to discern the turkey the owners have put in there for seasonal decor, which I thought was pretty funny.
It was really great seeing everyone at the October meeting! Yep, the request was made for Mini photos, so I figured it would be put on the blog.
Grumbleina is my Mini, named for the canned grumbling sound she makes at idle, like it is an affront to her very core that she is not in motion. My neighbor’s kid thinks my name is Minnie. He’s almost 4, so I’m wondering if he’ll find out first about Santa or that my name is Lara. I answer to Minnie, to him. -Lara Williamson