Ride to the Rock 2000
by Chad Dimple
As many of you heard from the last Club meeting, : back about 5 years ago a handful of our members inspired by the news that a re-enactment of the First Automobile Race in America was to take place, braved the 10 degrees above in their MGs and met with all the movers and shakers of motorsport in Chicagoland to dedicate a brass plaque on a rock behind the Museum of Science & Industry. Back then none of us were movers and shakers (unless you count shivvering) but now we are. Yes, fellow members of Chicagoland MG Club, we have an unbroken record of showing up each year since. And guess who broke their string of perfect attendance? Nope, not who youíre thinking, he was there, cameraman and all, but none of his feathered tootsies with their mid-baltic accent. So we got on cable-to-be-viewed-at-a-later-date TV, but had to wait for the Hells Angels disguised as Charity Toy Collectors to show their concern for the underprivileged youth of the city. During the TV interview Wilt asked me where the guy with the big fur hat was this year and I said probably the same motel as his feathered tootsies. We escaped from the motorcycle gang with our lives because Barney bought protection from them by purchasing the required Hot Wheel for his son Elliot. Many of us made it to breakfast or brunch at Stageís in Bridgeport and watched Ann Snyder eat something resembling Corned Beef Hash. I like Ann so I wonít tell you how much. But I was jealous. So now next year letís all come to the rock behind the museum, maybe the feathered tootsies will be back, and if I can remember, Iíll order the Farmerís Skillet too.