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A Hot Time in Eastern Shasta County!

 

Fellow Porsche Enthusiasts,

117 degrees didn’t keep us from our Porsches on the last tour.  We had twice as many cars for the June tour as we did in May.  That’s right, 4 Porsches stood poised and ready in front of Oasis Auto Repair to brave the northern California heat.  Jim Taylor, Russ and Ruth Duclos, Dale and Gail Gleichweit and Pam and I headed east on Highway 44 to escape the heat of the valley.  With only four cars, everyone had a two-way radio so we could easily keep tabs on who got stranded at a stop light.

Our first stop was an uninvited, but welcomed photo op at the Buckhorn CDF Station (see page 8 for photo).  The firemen were happy to stop their daily cleaning rituals and take a couple of photos of the intruders and their hot cars! 

We mounted up and headed toward Shingletown.  After a couple miles of smooth but windy road, we came to a “T” intersection.  The sign read “Fern Road” (left arrow) and “East Fern Road” (right arrow).  This seemed a little odd as we were headed south, and one would reason that a left turn should take us east, but this wasn’t the case.  Radio traffic:  “Which way do we go?”  “Does it matter?”  “It’s 6 of one and a half dozen of the other.”  “I vote for the half dozen.”  We turned left and headed east on Fern Road.  Hmmmm—go figure.  The road was surely designed by Porsche in their Weissach think tank as a way to squeeze maximum pleasure from vintage Porsches.  I knew we headed east but I didn’t think we went that far!  There were almost as many right turns as there were left turns, but a couple of those right turns made up the difference!  We turned to the right so sharply one time, that in the middle of the turn, I looked out the passenger window and saw my taillights right next to me! 

We descended upon the next unsuspecting CDF crew at Whitmore.  We were equally welcomed and entertained by a veteran fireman who had answers for even our toughest firemen questions.  The photo showing all of us struggling to find our bearings on the map speaks volumes of how much we missed our Tourmeister, Jerry (see photo on page 6).  We left the area but first paraded our shiny Porsches