by Terry McTaggart
afternoon. I left work early to check in with the motel about any
potential problems. I didn’t really expect to see any 300s
this early. Wrong. George Riehl, Gil Cunningham and some fool
Morgan were already there and had staked a claim to the sheltered
area under the balcony off the hospitality room. Eleanor Riehl and
Gloria Moon had already set up the hospitality room and were checking
people in. Gee, hosting a 300 meet is easy!
continuous bull sessions had already started. A number of plastic
chairs from the motel were set up under the balcony and although the
names and the faces changed, the area was always buzzing with 300
chatter. A few other folks drifted in as the evening progressed.
The Wiltses from Michigan showed up in their beautiful black ’67
Plymouth Fury convert which was for sale. The weather was warm and
the meet was off to a good start.
Morning. It was sunny and warm. After a maintenance man at the
motel rustled up a hose, the cleaning of the cars started in earnest.
The big event of the day was a walking tour of CARILON PARK, a local
Dayton park, specializing in restored buildings, bridges, trains and
even a few cars. For once the caravan to the park left right on
time, lead by my beautiful (personal opinion) black 300D convert.
The looks of the folks on Interstate 75 as they passed the long line
of Brutes was great. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves at the
park. However, I did notice on my drive back to the motel that my D
hesitated badly anytime that I asked it to do much.
on Friday night was on-your-own and folks scattered all over. I took
a load of folks to nearby Rally’s. Gil Cunningham, one of the
passengers, diagnosed my D’s problems as a fuel pump, in its
terminal failure stage. (More on this later).
dinner, it was time for the business meeting and everyone was asking
me where it was being held. Gee, I had forgotten to reserve a room
for it. (I guess hosting a meet, isn’t so easy!) Fortunately,
the motel management was very cooperative and they located a vacant
meeting room for us but we had to carry all of the chairs up a flight
of stairs to the room. After that, all went well.
the conclusion of the business meeting, the crowd migrated to the
bar, the balcony and the parking lot and the car talk continued. I
mentioned my fuel pump problem to a number of folks, many of whom
entertained me with stories of catastrophic fuel pump failures.
(Thanks guys.) Although, I was less then 20 miles from home, the
concept of having my D die on the expressway in the middle of Dayton
in the middle of the night was less than entertaining. Fortunately,
George Riehl had a brand new Hemi fuel pump in the trunk of his J and
offered to loan it to me to get home. What a guy! A half an hour of
night time surgery and I was moving again.
Morning. The weather again is sunny and warm, but the report for
later that day is ominous. So what! More car washing and polishing.
The caravan to the U.S. Airforce Museum five miles down the road
leaves the motel at 10:00, on time! More looks from the peasants as
we drive into the museum grounds, a long line of old Detroit iron.
Our cars were given a special parking space along the road that
connects the main museum to the annex, where even more classic
aircraft are on display. A shuttle bus left every half hour to take
museum guests to the annex and these folks were all treated to a
great view of our cars.
shortly after our arrival, it began to rain lightly. Nothing major,
just scattered sprinkles. Since this was not a concours meet, no one
had to stand in the rain and many folks enjoyed looking at the
airplanes in the museum. I took shelter under the massive wing of a
B1-A of which only four were made. Later that afternoon, the 300s
drifted slowly back to the motel to prepare for the banquet.
banquet came off smoothly, with plenty of food, and it tasted pretty
good, too. Since this was not a concours meet, there were People’s
Choice Awards. One of the most momentous events of the evening was a
huge storm with lightening, thunder and LOTS OF RAIN. The rest of the
evening was taken over by (you guessed it), car talk.
Morning. Not sunny – cloudy. Not warm – cold. The cars
were drifting off to return home. A bunch of us walked across the
street to the Big Boy for their breakfast buffet. We tried to clean
it out but their management outlasted us with fresh infusions of
food. My most lasting memory of the conclusion of this meet was Mike
and Linda Burke, bundled to the hilt, blasting out of the motel, in
their loud, topless Morgan, heading back to Michigan on this cold
day. I sure hope they were able to peel themselves out of the car
when they arrived home.
1: 1955 C300 – 1958 300D
Place 300C owned by Spencer Siracusano, Des Moines, Iowa
Place 300C owned by Ken Mack, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
2: 1959 300E- 1962 300H
Place 300E convert owned by Robert D. Young, Damascus, Maryland
Place 300H owned by Robert Crawford, Kintore, Ont. Canada
3: 1963 300J – 1970 Hurst
Place 300K convert owned by Bill Elder, Windsor, Ont. Canada
Place 300K owned by Donnie Carr, Streamwood, Illinois
Distance: Don Verity, 300G, 830 miles, from Esmond, Rhode Island
Luck: Don Verity, 300G, fan belt and transmission line failure
Bruce Brownell, Ken Mack, Spencer Siracusano, Elwin Young
Terry McTaggart (convert), Tom Turner (convert)
Robert D. Young (convert)
Len Astroth, Terry McTaggart
Adam Carter, Gabe Knapp, Richard Neff, Don Verity
Bob Crawford, Gil Cunningham (convert)
Donnie Carr, Monte Gillespie, Bill Elder (convert), Vern Graber,
Jerry Kocur (convert)
Bob Cornett (convert), Mike Craw (convert)
Ray Jones, Allan Moon, Jerry Olson
Randall Hyatt (pacesetter convert), Mark Rayner
Dave McMurren (convert)
Mark Bloom (convert), Bert Minniear (convert)
Thanks to Bill Elder for typing this article for the web