If you ever want vehicular mania, join the mixed Fchat & NSXprime run. Oct 7 was the 2nd run of the year – up to the Muskokas. Certainly a very different group than a PCA or Pelican run. Except for a few notable exceptions (Gerrit & Pat, Mark & Myra & a few others), I was largely ignored. The guys with the ‘hot’ cars stuck together as they congratulate themselves, compare gold chains etc. There was some rice clingons & a mess of photographers & videographers. A true circus.  One jerk even did donuts in the parking lot – dangerously close to parked cars. He needs a lobotomy.

Our convoy up the 400 went out the window, as the highway was stop & go all of the way to Barrie. And then it was merely really busy. We invaded Orillia & were quite an attraction at the lakefront park with gawkers & kids & an old man in a motorized cart who I invited along – he wanted a 2-hour head start though. All through the day, people were staring, taking pictures, giving thumbs up & the occasional middle finger.

Off to Rte 13 (cuts off Hwy 11 north of Orillia & runs to Hwy 169 near Bala) which is the twistiest road I’ve driven in Ontario. Near constant turns, blind corners, elevation changes & a 60 – 70 km/hr speed limit. This was exceeded. Some of the locals did get a wee bit irate at the noise & speed. Justifiably imho. Those GTs & one of the Diablo's were LOUD & some of the drivers were imbeciles. I drove near the front on the way out & the speed was a little absurd. I could hear the GTO (or maybe the Diablo) a ¼ mile away & that was with my top down & flat 6 humming beautifully. I backed off after a while since the trees & rocks were really close . . But the road was fantastic.

And my poor old 911 held its own on the twisties against some heavy machinery – Ferraris: 348, 355, 308, 430 & Gerritt’s great 308GT4 (he followed me for the run & tried to keep up – ha, ha – not really - he's a good driver) 3 Lambos Diablos, 2 Ford GTs, CDN_Wolf_eh?’s C6, and a passle of NSXs. Oh and a 996 Turbo, a 996 cab & an ’83 Euro 930 (with a carseat - backwards in the front + kid).

At one point, the front bunch passed some slower cars in a bad zone (dangerously passed in a blind spot) & I hung back. When I got by the slow traffic, I was alone for a while & came upon a cyclist who yelled at me to SLOW DOWN. And I wasn't driving fast . . . She actually got in the middle of the road to stop others behind - and came close to being a hood ornament on a 348.

On the return trip, 4 of us were stopped by a man who came out onto the road from his house to swear at us. We were at the tail at this point & he was seriously pissed. In other words, we were not cool.

Somehow our Porsche runs seem more fun – and certainly safer. I guess I’m getting old.