It sucked.
The British Car Club had a little corral across the street...it didn't suck as bad.
The drive up and back in ther Vette with the top off was great...had the road to myself from Yosemite Lakes all the way to the Valley floor. Muy goodo.
I even called Morgan, who was about to come up on his bike, not to take the trouble. I am a good friend.
