A scenic 100-mile drive from Annapolis, MD had us at The Buttery (highly recommended) in Lewes, DE for lunch, followed by a 17-mile ferry trip across Delaware Bay.
Quite a few civilians asked us about our cars before and during the trip.
I'm pleased to report that, contrary to urban legend, none of the cars rusted away during the voyage
Cape May is at the southern tip of the peninsula, and bills itself is the nation's first seashore resort, with city dwellers taking the train to escape New York City summertime climate. Much of the town's architecture is unchanged from the 1800's.
The four couples occupied the entire B&B, and we had two wine competitions along with plenty of merriment, including a tasting at Cape May Brewing Co.
It is most likely a capital offense to serve bad Italian food in New Jersey, and we had several wonderful meals, all within walking distance of our B&B.
Tim went out one morning to find a note on his windshield, offering a Spider hardtop nearby. He stashed it in the B&B's shed until our return. Zip ties and other non-factory devices were used to secure this, uh, "cosmetically challenged" accessory for the drive home.
These kinds of trips are what makes owning a vintage roadster worthwhile. I hope you get to enjoy yours in the remaining days of North American summer.
