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 METRO NY REGION PCA * PORSCHE POST * APRIL 2018
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Spring Road Trip by Brian Ucklert - Metro Webmaster
Just the words alone conjure up adven- ture, excitement and venturing into the un- known. On this long awaited spring day I was eager to get on the road early and travel up to Bedford, New York from Man- hattan; roughly 42 miles; about an hour's worth of excitement behind the wheel.
My plan was simple; leave 42nd street on the "west side" run up the Henry Hudson, hugging the river on my left, up Route 9A, onto the Sawmill Parkway and arrive just a bit early, to meet and greet fellow Porsche enthusiasts at Classic Car Garage for "cof- fee and cars”. I was looking forward to so- cializing with fellow Metro members in one of the most impressive exotic car environ- ments in the Northeast, have a coffee and a light breakfast from 8:30 am to 10:30 am, then travel out to Long Island for the week- end.
All the pieces were falling in place; GPS route planned, 911 gas tank full, tunes, EZ- PASS; and my cousin “Jim” actually showed up early to join me; he had a Porsche back in the day; and was up for a spring road trip.
Weather was prefect, sunny, dry and 70’s, foliage was sparse, sun beaming down on me running lickety splitley in the left lane through light traffic. My passenger was talk- ing up a storm; non-stop; I didn’t dare put the “tunes” on, being polite not to offend, as he didn’t complain about my driving anyway.
While not even half way into the journey, well before Tarrytown, I am making good time, in-tune with my car, one with nature, feeling alive, then it hit me. What’s that tick- ing noise? Hmmm, coming from the right rear, sun-roof was cracked open I knew I had to have a look, I could definitely hear it.
I had just over took a motorcyclist passing him on the right as I rapidly approached exit 21 East on the Sawmill Parkway, I shift- ed down, took the right hander, exited off, parked it way down off the exit shoulder, hoped out and had a real good look at the right rear; yup the tire was real low. Yikes, I thought I caught it, no visible holes, but could smell burnt rubber. Great; I’m at the end of the exit, I could only turn right, and as my luck would have it, there's a BP Gas station, with a mini-mart and an “Air Pump” too.
Now I thought, I’d be back on the road in no time flat. I scrounged around for some coin — one dollar for air, no credit cards, gee, now I didn’t plan for that. I get the feeling my luck has run dry as my mouth, meanwhile I get money in the pump and as I fill the tire all I hear is hissing and see a cloud of light grey smoke. I reached around behind the right rear wheel where it met the ground it was hot to the touch, I could feel what seemed to be a puncture, rats.
Slight change of plans, the only donut I can think of now is in the “frunk” and that’s not in the plan today. Time for plan “B”, flat- bed time, and calling AAA for a 30 mile trip back down to NYC.
It’s not even 8 am as I call the Porsche dealer in NYC, as cousin Jim offers to get a couple of bottles of water, I just get voice mail "Please leave a message", and try an- other number, hmm not verycgood. As Jim walks up from the mini-mart, he mentions the shop clerk noticed the 911 parked, and looking in need of help, explains there’s a Porsche Repair shop just down the road. Just now feeling like my luck is back, I quench my thirst for a minute and I collect my thoughts. Using my iPhone, I ask “Hey Siri Closest Porsche Shop near me," bingo, Rennwerke Porsche Technicians pops up with a link to click and call, still it’s early, not even 8 am on a Saturday, many shops are closed.























































































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