<VV> My Escort Across Alligator Alley

[Mikeamauro at aol.com]

I recently returned from my semiannual R&R visit to the Florida Keys. I  
always drive down in one of my Corvairs, and this time I took my white, 67  
coupe. A good portion of the drive involves traversing Alligator Alley;  
Alligator Alley is 80 miles long, and connects east and west southern Florida.  
In the old days, the Alley was a treacherous, two lane road, with no service  
stations along its entire stretch. The alley is now part of the interstate  
system, but, even now, only one gas station has been added (and it's not 
really  a "service" station). Anyway, especially in an older vehicle, and 
alone at  that, traversing the Alley can give one a "Charles Lindbergh feeling," 
 as he must have felt crossing the Atlantic in equipment not yet refined 
for the  task. Don't misunderstand, the 67 is very reliable, but left to  
itself, with no safety net around, the mind can conjure  up any number of odd 
noises, vibrations, and resultant calamities. Anyway,  on Sunday, April the 
18th, at approximately 9:30 A.M., I entered the east end of  the Alley, as did 
a late model T-Bird. This T-Bird shadowed me the entire  length of the 
Alley... if I went 60, he went 60; I'd speed up to 80, he'd go to  80, but 
always staying a respectable and courteous distance behind. Leaving the  Alley I 
exited at Naples for fuel; he (the T-Bird), flashed his lights, tutted  his 
horn, and went on. Mr. T-Bird, if you are out there, thank you  for the 
escort!   
 
Mike Mauro
67 Factory Air PG Coupe
64 Greenbrier Deluxe
64 Spyder Vert