The fog was had just cleared as we motored down Route 1 South through Virginia. I was just about to relax a little and enjoy the Rat power when a bird committed hare kare, throwing himself in front of my Nova. Quite a shock to the system at 6:45 in the morning. Never even saw it—just heard the pop. That really got the attention of me and co-pilot Dan "Nova Man" Foley. At our next gas stop, we saw his feathers in my radiator.
Aside from giving me a bigger jolt than a double espresso from Starbucks, that was about as much drama as we had on this first leg of the journey from Richmond to Tampa. At the first gas stop, a fellow wanted to buy the Nova, as both he and the Chevy were born in 1972.
Got a great sausage, egg and biscuit as our first gas stop at a hole in the wall service station on Route 40 on our way to I-95. Home-made in the kitchen in the back. Can't get good home cookin' on the interstates, but the slow pace of the back roads and the limited time I had to get to Florida dictated we hit the Federal Highway System. Good stuff.
Gas mileage? A painful 8 mpg. We were hoping for better.
Thank goodness for 20-gallon fuel cells.