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The Empire Rover Owners Society Event
Sunday April 6
SCRAPPLE ANYONE?
We got off to a late start on Sunday. We lost an hour to daylight
savings time, and more time to our slovenly attitude towards
packing and finding breakfast--where Spenny introduced us to
scrapple sandwiches. Spenny tells us that scrapple is a regional food - known from the Deleware River Valley south through the Mid-Atlantic states
[that may be a good thing -Bill]. Spenny took great care in explaining the origin of the
word, and the alleged ingredients of the product.
Thus fortified, Team Empire decided to have
one more go at the beach before heading for home.
ON THE BEACH
This time it was just the classics:, FINSUP and the J-reg
Rangie. Forgetting vehicle maintenence guidelines,
Jeff let Spencer take the wheel.
Spen delighted in providing Bill
and Quintin with numerous photo opportunities by plowing FINSUP
through the salt-water tidal remains sitting in low spots on the beach.
Of course, he did this with the gusto with which he approaches everything.
He just knew that there was nothing beneath that water that could damage Jeff's motor, so he charged right in.
Finally, reached the fence again, and Flo cooked up a delicious chicken-burger
lunch. Bill and Jeff were hoping to catch the 6pm Cape May
ferry, so it was all-too-soon time to head back. Of course we
couldn't leave without taking an offical Team Empire group photo.
L to R: Bill, Quintin, Flo, Sherrie, Jeff, Spencer
(This takes more time than you think when 4 of the 6 people
present are serious photographers.)
On the way back our smaller convoy allowed us to get quite close
to a group of Ponies grazing on one of the dunes. Spenny waited
safely in the Land-Rover while Bill and Jeff spent 25 minutes
stalking them for close-up photos...careful there lads, wild
ponies bite and kick. Our Wild Kingdom encounter complete, it was
time to make some serious time towards home.
Always help a Jeep Owner in Distress
It makes for a good photo-op!
On this overcast, and not quite warm Sunday, the beach was rather empty,
but spread about were members of the
Assateague Mobile Sportmans Association, most of whom planted their trucks
and fishing poles near the surf and gave us enthusiastic waves as the classic
Rovers went by.
On our way up the beach we came up on this
late model Jeep Cherokee, with the bonnet up.
Quinten motored up in the Rangie, and sensing
trouble, stopped.
Inside the Jeep was a woman with a baby, outside a young boy and the driver.
The man said that the Cherokee had overheated, and the cause appeared to be
a pinhole in one of the heater hoses. Easy enough to rectify, but there were
a few more miles of beach to the road, and another 10-20 miles to anyplace
that might have a heater hose. The clamp was buried behind some new-fangled
serpentine belt arrangment, and impossible to get to. Re-plumbing the heater
out of the loop was not possible. A quick fix was in the offing, and between
Quintin's kit in the rear of the Rangie, and Jeff's in the Series motor, we
were up for any challenge.
Quintin gave the
chap a jug of coolant, and as much duct-tape as he wanted to temporarily
retain the vital fluids. The chap muttered that the Cherokee was his wife's car, and
he usually brought out his Ford - which never let him down. We inquired if he
had far to go, but he didn't, and both Bill and Quintin recommended running
un-pressurized. As the chap was going to wait a while longer for the motor to
cool a bit more, before adding the coolant, we bid the chap a farewell and continued on our way.
WONDER WHY WE EVER GO HOME ?
Bill and Jeff got to the ferry terminal in time (5:59) but
unfortunately it was sold out. We did see a nice looking Series
III in the employee parking lot though, so it was worth the
detour. We headed back the way we'd arrived, and parted company
just before the Delaware Memorial Bridge.
Bill Caloccia, Jeff Berg
Ocean City, Md
April 1997
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