Reprinted from the August 1998 newsletter via Lois Marini

I started July 4th with my odometer reading 725 miles. After traveling through 11 states I ended with 6,435 miles on july 17th. To explain my experience I will report on the best and the worst.

There's a popular song from a few years ago with the lyrics, “wake me up when September ends.” Another successful rally has come and gone with about 250 folks in attendance and new officers to the board will be nominated at the annual arm-twisting meeting at Leo and Holly's place on the third Saturday in September.

The President's Ride was held on Father's Day at the Foggy Mountain Lodge on a perfect sunny day. We ordered off the regular menu, the food was very good, the service was well above par and all in attendance agreed that the Foggy Mountain Lodge in Stahlstown, PA was well worth a return visit. A few even folks even remarked that it might make a good future rally site!

And virtually no business was discussed, no meeting was called to order, no notes were taken and nobody seemed to care. It was Father's Day after all, and only 1/2 of the board was in attendance, so goofing off seemed appropriate.

One of my young coworkers asked me a question as I was leaving work for the day. “You rollin' on your fiddy'?”