To recap: After catching a well-played Tigers-Indians game on Saturday night, my son Sam and I headed to the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, where the photo of the ’56 above was taken. Forget the name, this is really a museum about America. You can see the chair Abraham Lincoln was sitting in when he was assassinated. We sat in the actual bus Rosa Parks was in when she refused to give up her seat in 1955, one of the pivotal moments of the Civil Rights Movement. We ate lunch in a restored pre-fab, post WWII diner and climbed aboard an old steam locomotive. Heck, there's a real DC3 hanging from the ceiling. But mostly, we saw some incredible automobiles.
There are all kinds of great GM products on display, including a '60 Corvair, a '55 Bel Air, a '63 Buick Riviera, a '59 Caddy and a '65 GTO. There's a fleet of former presidential limousines (all Lincolns), including the one JFK was riding in when he was assassinated, and the one that rushed Ronald Reagan to the hospital when he was shot.
From Detroit, we cruised the Ashen Gray ZL1 convertible south on I-75 into Ohio, where we were greeted with the largest onslaught of radar traps I've seen since moving out of New Jersey. Traffic moved at no more than a mile or two above the speed limit. Ugh. I'd forgotten what Ohio was like. It'll be a long time before my shadow darkens this state again. As we rolled towards Cincinnati, we passed signs for Norwood. Ah, Norwood, former home of the Norwood Assembly Plant. Chevy built millions of cars there, including Camaros, Impalas and Novas, from 1923-1987. Today, there's virtually nothing left. There's a Harley-Davidson store, some other building, but everything else is history.
We had tickets for a big Labor Day tilt at Great American Ballpark, Reds vs. Cardinals. This was a big NL Central Division battle, so we bought our tickets ahead of time. Good thing, too. Great American Ballpark was packed. This was stadium number 35 for me. In the immortal words of the late Hall of Fame announcer Bob Murphy, what a marvelous facility. Right on the river, it was sparkling jewel.
After the game, we dropped the top and headed for Atlanta. This time we'd hit some great back roads to exercise the Camaro's long legs. Stay tuned for part 3.