Tag: spokane

Herm flies in to Boise from Kansas City, then drives a rental Chevy Cruze in the dead of the night, landing in LaG City, where I meet him on Sunday to flee north.  We take a slight detour and travel Old Hwy 30, then cruise through the Indian reservation on the edge of Pendleton, and then hit the freeway to the Tri-Cities, with a stop in Kennewick for lunch.

And here is a pano of one of my favorite Old Hwy 30 curves, high above the valley. This is a “secret” route that my Porsche friends, Kevin and CJ, like to traverse briskly with our cars. (Depending on how you are viewing this post, you may or may not be able to see the full resolution — the original panoramic that this is based on has dimensions of 100 inches wide — that’
s over 8 feet, you know — and 18 inches high; available upon request) but this scaled down version should be expandable to at least 24 inches by 4 inches.)  Yes, Herman is jealous of our driving roads, saying that the like is almost nonexistent for the times he wants to “exercise” his Porsche.

Herman — I think you have met him before, like here — is a long-time friend I first met when we attended college together in Warrensburg, Missouri in the early 1960s. Although I can’t seem to locate any relevant pics I made from that period, I do have this scanned image (that I converted to B&W from the fading Kodachrome original) he sent me from Paris in 1964 (on the trip I was supposed to join as well, but … well, that’s another story):

But I was able to quickly lay my hands on a couple of shots made when I spent some saloon time with him (where? Kansas City?) in 1974.

 

So, back to the current adventure. The destination was Spokane, WA, because we had decided to attend the annual Porsche Parade, sponsored by the Porsche Club of America. To learn more, take a look at the previously-published epilogue for this series,

The Spokane Adventure: “Two Pretty Girls”

That’s enough for now. Stay tuned for a day-by-day, maybe even more granular, account in this series.