Saturday, July 7, 2018
Photos and commentary by Mitch Deep
After a donut and coffee and introduction of my older son to the Club, with plans checked, directions from Scott given, Richard agreeing, and Manuel coaxed to take charge, our Fellowship of Four took to the highway "looking for adventure in whatever came our way" searching for the "Mother Road" Route 66.
Black Turbo, Red S, Red 4S and Platinum Metallic GTS spiritedly blast up the on-ramp to cruise I 64 anxious to intersect the famed Route to trek west and meet the 1000 Porsche horde at Parade at Lake of the Ozarks.
We stopped a short piece down the road, lost I wondered, or did someone, not me, need gas? And off again. At the next pit stop we regained our bearings "yes sir, two exits take a right" and find what you seek. Maybe we were lost, maybe not, but not to dispel my uncertainty the group voted me to lead this leg. Me lead, throttle down I spurred the GTS down the S turn on ramp, thinking was that exit Lewis or Louis Rd. But nobody was behind. Did I go wrong? Or are my buddies hesitate to follow? Or, I can't imagine, are they slow? No way. I counted the exits, yes two, yes Lewis, yes Red, Black, Red have blinkers on too. A quick, right, after first mistakenly going left, and a long looping curve. Yeehaw curves.
And there it was the old Keys Cafe, now Route 66 State Park Visitor Center, and site of the old Meramac River Bridge now a skeleton structure.
A park worker discussed the history of the Route and took group pics. But at that point the conversation meandered to, of course, need for grub, yes the SIR modus operandi of travel, was a paramount consideration and BBQ was the local's suggestion. We raided the gift shop and took a few more pics. And strapped into our chariots, the lead again assigned to the only guy who casts doubt on finding adequate BBQ north of the Ohio River especially in Missouri and slim to none chance to find mutton. But not just any BBQ: Super Smokers World Famous Bar-B-Que.
No hesitation on the throttle and the chase was on. We exited a few exits later, after everyone caught up to my silver flash, and yes the sign says "WORLD FAMOUS" with a gun shop across the road worth a comment. The flavor won't match that found across our Twin Bridges and yes right again "What's mutton" they asked? SIR members cleaned plates and ordered dessert for the road, stopping outside to check directions and more pics.
Interestingly, Route 66 parallels I 44 with mere yards of turf between oncoming east bound travelers at points.
Old signage of tourist attractions, greasy spoons and shells of old motels from by-gone days dot the roadway as evidence of traffic volume and death by Interstate to small town Americana. Not unlike the Disney movie Cars son Jeremy compares. And things do stay the same I thought as a tractor lingered in center of the roadway as we cruised the two lane that once crossed the country to California.
We left the slow life of two lane jumping back on I 44 to later exit to find the curves of Highway 17, to wind our way to Parade. Yeah curves and a fast moving truck trailering a boat.
The quest was now complete. The Fantastic Four sporting "SOUTHERN INDIANA REGION" windshield badges turn into the resort passing the welcome gate. Amazingly, brethren Porsche of all ages, colors and models are lining the roadway, parked in lots, and driving the roadway of Tan-Tara.
We rounded a corner to find Debbie waiving us in to join other SIR travelers, seats reserved, where else, but at the buffet, and each with their own stories.
Roads, parking spots, every nook and cranny in every direction as far as one could see, Porsche. Some from the furthest, unimaginable distance or Regions.
The best parking space in front of the main lodge entrance is confiscated by Manuel but not to be outdone, mere spaces away, were Scott and Richard.
I found a special blue-taped GT3 around the corner from my spot near the pool.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
The next morning off early to register we found Jeff "first person in line" bragging about that feat 4 years in a row... I walked in and out before the gate opened, sporting my early Concours Layout Volunteer red shirt and registration badge, first.
By now son Jeremy is learning models, showing interest, but confused by Boxster, Cayman, 718 badging and without badging. "Tell me this?" " Why is that?" "Is this faster than that" or "I like the Spyder", then the Boxster or is it the blue Cayman GTS.
We cruised the GTS up the Porsche-lined hill into the a crammed full lot by the Pirelli Tent finding a Spyder and another SIR window badge parked on the first row corner.
We hustled down to the Concours to set a grid on the #9 fairway, marking groups and spaces. I met local volunteers and a volunteer from the Manitoba club and hear of his Polar bear encounter, nice guy too.
The official guide for Concours car placement.
We head back to the lodge, heads spinning with visions of sugar plums seeing toys for good big boys and girls and understanding there is much to see at Parade.
Then I spied a familiar black spoiler at the car wash. Again, an obvious SIR presence.
Phil and Dawn, who drove her Targa, were found stalled in the gift shop line where a single register worked. She left him to suffer the line, and me, as I fraternized in line buying too much. I was told if not bought early all sizes gone, with new type stuff each day.
Interestingly, as We languished in gift line purgatory, son Jeremy explores, first for food, and then discovering a mysterious locked tarp-covered vehicle parked secretly away from the crowd. Yes, we had found the main dish surprise for PCA Pirelli dinner. Mission E. Another Sir first.
The Mission E, as later revealed.
But everywhere a special Porsche is posed on display.
Son in tow, we found Concours preparation on a garage 4th floor. "Best detailer" contest as he simply explains. But SIR members if you haven't seen you can't imagine the labor of love Concours participants have for their Porsches. And each welcomed questions and readily discuss preparation and products.
And that is where a microcosm of all Porsche in "off the assembly line" condition from all corners of the continent are found. I special array. I found another gentleman who drove his 996 from Manitoba, yep another Canuck, with his wife, cleaning for 2 days; a sister twosome from Chicago diligently pampering a Cinnabon (phonetically) brown 356; a father and sons crew work on a 1965, cleaned a driver door window 5 minutes on the inside.
All types participate in Concours. Yes, some Porsche are jacked up with wheels off, crawlers underneath and feet protruding like a scene from the Wizard of Oz. But a guy with a 2018 Turbo Cab hired a detail service, and one 993 was parked at the Grid still dirty, or was on Saturday. (Photo by Jerry Jindrich)
You really need to see such obsessive energy, miner lights on heads, artist paint brush used to touch up wheel lug nuts, even paint touch up with a dental pick tool. Pledge used to clean engine plastic, plastic gloves avoid oily finger prints, true dedication to appreciate. Several are in Concours and then in Autocross.
Time to head to the lodge to find SIR gathered for Z13 meet and greet, but a stop off at the Art and Photo competition to vote for the SIR contestant. The favorite was a childs history of Porsche.
We gathered to bus to the Zone 13 Reception where a delay tested, but a laughable instructive parallel parking demonstration humored the group, kept spirits fresh. Several buses just passed us and kept going, and finally we jumped aboard for a quick jaunt to another local golf course to meet friends from our Zone: SIR, Chicago, Central Wisconsin, Fox Valley, Bluegrass, Kentucky, Lincoln Trail and Milwaukee, a fine assembly, which filled the facility. (Photo by Jerry Jindrich)
The day festivities wound down with the hoard hungry at the Pirelli Diner. The ingenious SIR gang moved a table out onto #9 fairway to relax in the shade for fine table fare, a roasted hog and yummy dessert with finer friends and stories.
As a sweltering sun set in the West, son Jeremy and I waved so long to our crew and friends. We headed home on interstate only - a fast bug smashing 4 hours. Man, what a good trip.
2018 Porsche Parade Photos and commentary.
2018 Porsche Parade
From Debbie Jackson, Phil Green, and Mitch Deep (this page):
2018 Porsche Parade Snapshots
From Mitch Deep:
Parade Memories 2018 (Current page)
From Jerry and Susan Jindrich:
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