I'll try to make this short-It's been a long day. After a month of giving me warning, my battery was stone cold dead this morning. After 2 hours of trying to find a 2E battery in the early morning, my mechanic said he would have one at noon. I was supposed to caravan out with Ole Book, but he left without me. He called me at 11AM with news of a split generator pulley. (!)
The battery showed up at 2:10 instead of noon, so it was 2:45 by the time I got it home and on the road. The car charged like crazy for about an hour then lost interest. This was alright, of course, until I had to use my lights. After 30 minutes of running on Route 80 in the fog, in night construction, with the trucks, I found a hotel with 3 rooms left.
I was warped enough to bring a battery charger, so I snuck it up the back staircase like a Marx Brothers Movie . I'll make it to Warren fine.
Otherwise, the car (1950 Eight) ran like the proverbial Pennsy Railway locomotive. 70 mph, 16mpg steady as a rock
Ole made it to Warren sometime before me
Annoying details left out in the interest of readibility....