Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

So the next day, I got the call that the Jeepster was ready.  The clutch linkage had been repaired, and we were ready to roll.
Joyce and I repeated our run to Falmouth.  She waited while I climbed aboard the car and drove gingerly out of the lot.  Geoff assured me everything was fixed and I was good to go.
We made it down to Woods Hole, with Joyce following closely, as I had no rear lights, no signals, and a sense of doom after the previous day’s adventure.  But we made it to Woods Hole without incident, though the steering was like driving a truck.  We were the last car to board the Governor, situated right at the stern, but we definitely enjoyed a feeling of exultation as we headed out.
We immediately set about folding down the roof and taking out the windows.  The sun was warm and Joyce had some soup which we shared as we cruised across Vineyard Sound.  What could be better than riding in our car aboard ship!
Mark Hahn walked by and admired my wheels.  He took our picture and we chatted.  Joyce and I enjoyed the view of the Shenandoah sailing past.  The air was clear and clean and I felt great.
We were about the last car to roll off the ferry and I felt so cool as we drove over the little ramp and headed for the Steamship building.  As we drove I saw a few people gathered by the entrance way, waving and taking photos.  Mark was back, this time with a video camera!  And a bystander, from Arizona, took great stills as we landed on the Vineyard.  Susan and Bruce Desmarais were there to greet us and take our picture, and they were the first to clamber aboard, squishing into the backseat among the plastic windows.
We drove down to where Joyce’s car was parked at Veterans Field, and she got out.  Bruce and Susan had me drive down Main Street Vineyard Haven, waving at the passersby.  They didn’t want to get out for Bruce’s car, so they had me drive them to the Black Dog on the harbor, and then they exited, climbing gingerly out of the back seat on the assigned silver-coated foot rests.  It was very cool.
Home at last.  Joyce came out to greet me and got in the front seat and we drove downtown, cruising slowly up Circuit Avenue.  What a sense of excitement!  People stopped to wave.  I stalled out by Smoke ‘n Bones, but got the car running again immediately.  We just drove around the loop and headed back to 79 Meadow Avenue.  We made it!