SLO Run 2004  by the California Roadsters   5/13/04      by Mark Byer

             When the weather starts to warm-up and the tops come down, it’s Spring time and that means only one thing, we’re going on a SLO run.  If I wasn’t a member of the California Roadsters, the best group of roadster minded guys around, there is only one other club I would even consider joining, that’s of course if they would have me, are the San Luis Roadsters; because I would get to live in the Central Coast, one of the most beautiful places in California. 

California Roadsters completed our twelfth consecutive topless run to SLO over the extended weekend of May 13-16th, to participate in the 31st annual San Luis Roadster Show.  The run was well attended by members Jon/Midge, Jerry/Judy, Joe/Laurie, Ray/Sally, Don/Patty, Max/Sue, Mike/Colleen, Phill/Cheryl, Doug, Duane, Terry, Dick/Ronnie, Hank (SLO rookie) and yours truly, plus several guest rodders including Roadster Keith with sidekick Bill and Flathead Wayne in a really nice ’32 5WCoupe.

            We used the two assault route routine again this year, with northerly and southerly groups converging for lunch at the Harbor House on the Santa Barbara Pier; and then onto SLO, arriving at the Peach Tree Inn, with Sandy and Hitch giving us a big welcome.  The Thursday night downtown Farmers Market was capped by the Lakers fifth game win over the Spurs, who highlighted our weekend to go on and win the series on Saturday night, after another excellent meal at Olde Port Inn.

            In preparation for hosting the Bay Area Roadsters on the weekend of July 23-25, a group led by Max scouted a run up the coast past Paso Robles to Jolon Road, then proceeded inland thru the Hunter-Ligett military reservation and down a narrow windy road to back to the coast about 17 miles north of Ragged Point – taking in about 150 miles of great scenery.  The high tech guys with IFS/IRSs were loving the heel and toe action, while the traditionalists with straight axles thought the road was a little long.  After lunch at Moonstone Restaurant, the group returned to home base for one of Jon/Midge’s catered deck parties, including the introduction of two new private label wines – Calroady Red and NoWay Cabriolet.   Jon continues to dazzle us with his creativity and his labels for our vintage stock, which are works of art. 

            A few of us that did not have the pleasure of visiting Dave West’s place outside of Paso Robles, got another opportunity on this trip, and yes the spread is as nice as described by members that visited last year.  Unfortunately, the interior of the house was not included this year, but the homemade cookies were great.

         The best quote of the weekend came from Sherm Porter, as we were checking into the show on Saturday morning, when he asked Jon, as he followed us in his ’48 Woody into the section reserved for roadsters only, “I know you have a roadster because I saw it on the website, but then again I guess someone has to haul the club wine.”     

           Early Sunday morning the club broke into smaller groups for the run back home.  The weekend was pretty uneventful as far as breakdowns, but Duane had to replace a front shock, Joe had a bolt come loose from his front brake caliper and Dick sprung a minor radiator leak, needing a can of stop leak.  Ray is still looking for the next recipient of the Tony Award, but I don’t think these minor repairs qualify for passing of the torch.

           The weather in SLO was magnificent all weekend as always, and we all had a great time.  It was a combination of the host club’s efforts, Sandy and Hitch’s continued hospitality at the Peach Tree Inn and the rural beauty and cruising opportunities afforded by SLO and the surrounding communities.  This is an annual "don’t miss" event for our club, so you laggards, let’s plan ahead and try to attend next year’s run.  Put it on your schedule now, and we’ll see if we can bump next year’s attendance.  Also, remember we need a good showing in July for our hosted Bay Area Roadster run.

Mark Byer