"The tunnel is closed"

Departed Simcoe around 8:45am Saturday morning. Multiple guests at the motel shared old car stories and asked us questions. The road was less traveled, morning was cool, eager we were to hit Dearborn. We noticed tobacco, peach trees, blueberries, and much corn along the roadway in parts named the "Talbot Trail."

Almost ran out of gas before lunch, miles went by with no gas stations, no signs indicating gas ahead, finally a Shell station off the planned route. Whew.

Lunch in Blenheim @ Fat Jimmy'z (not Jim's eatery), passed by Julie's (not Julie'seatery), good lunch, then Lake Erie waved to us from the south side. Awful, unexpected detour that took us away from a photo opp along the Lake Erie shoreline and an unexpected alternate route to Windsor, Ontario and the Detroit River. 

On to the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit, but oh my, THE DELAY! Why? "The tunnel is closed," he said,  as he scrambled in his blaze yellow Tshirt to redirect motorists from one lane to another to avoid a disabled 18 wheeler. Jim was concerned about Henrietta overheating and overusing the clutch as we went up, up, and up the east end of the bridge.  HOT, 90°. Poor Henrietta. Finally, and after nearly an hour of crawling over the bridge.. Detroit.

Photo opp in front of pre-1930 Fort Shelby Hotel

Original postcard c1930.. note antique cars!

Arrived at the Doubletree Hilton in Dearborn @ 5:35pm, one day early (a cushion day to offset a breakdown if it occurred). ~450 miles from home. Small earlybird crowd of Model A folk, more to come on Sunday, registration opens at 1pm.

Henrietta yellow license plate X-9596