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8:00 am 2019 Optimist’s Club Pancake Bre... @ Sprint (formerly Greg's Gas +)
2019 Optimist’s Club Pancake Bre... @ Sprint (formerly Greg's Gas +)
Mar 23 @ 8:00 am – 9:30 am
2019 Optimist's Club Pancake Breakfast @ Sprint (formerly Greg's Gas +)
Meet up at 8:00 at Greg’s Gas Plus, 1295 W Martintown Road, North Augusta (Interstate 20, SC Exit 1 – map) then take a short drive to the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church at 1002 Carolina[...]
9:00 am Aiken Spring Steeplechase @ Bruce's Field
Aiken Spring Steeplechase @ Bruce's Field
Mar 23 @ 9:00 am – 4:00 pm
Aiken Spring Steeplechase @ Bruce's Field
Tom and Sue Varallo have offered the Miata Club the use of their inside rail spot (#471) for the 53rd running of the Aiken Spring Steeplechase, as Tom will be, as usual, helping put on[...]
Apr
4
Thu
6:30 pm April Dinner Meeting @ Pot Smoker BBQ
April Dinner Meeting @ Pot Smoker BBQ
Apr 4 @ 6:30 pm – 8:00 pm
Where: Pot Smoker BBQ, 340 Edgefield Road, North Augusta, SC 29841 – map www.thepotsmokerbbq.com This the monthly dinner meeting of the premier Miata Club in the CSRA. Come out and have some eats with fellow[...]
Apr
20
Sat
11:00 am Club Spring Picnic @ Outing Club
Club Spring Picnic @ Outing Club
Apr 20 @ 11:00 am – 3:00 pm
Location: The Outing Club in Aiken, SC. The Outing Club is located, appropriately enough, on Outing Club Rd which is off the 118 By-pass about 2 miles from USC Aiken. The entrance gate (33.595227, -81.762587)[...]

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25 Years Ago – Spring 1994

Accelerate!

Men say women drivers are road turtles. Ha.

In our culture, women — bikini-clad and draped over a shiny hood — are perceived to be good at selling cars, not at driving them. According to men, the self-styled mandarins of the macadam, we women don’t have the right stuff; testosterone, they insist, is necessary for merging or passing with finesse on the highway, not to mention parallel parking.

The notion that women are bad drivers is as archaic as arranged marriages; ability to drive has nothing to do with whether you have an M or F on your license. Many of us are terrific drivers, or could be, if we would just loosen up and let our instincts for the road take over, if we would stop turning the wheel over to our fathers, boyfriends and husbands. Reader, you are not the ungainly driving turtle that men would like you to think you are. There’s a cheetah inside of you, perfectly poised, coordinated and fast.

I love to drive. Admittedly, I’m a special case; not all women grew up playing with cars as well as Barbies, tagging along with a big brother to a slot-car racing track on countless summer afternoons. David would help me at the remote control, watching carefully as I guided miniature cars around the curves, encouraging me to go faster, to take more risks. When I grew up I left the Barbies behind. But not the cars. Never the cars.

If you met me in, say, the super-market, you’d never suspect my fearlessness on the road. I’m only five foot one; I need help opening a jar of peanut butter. I am craven when it comes to rodents, snakes and flying (it’s not the altitude, it’s that someone else is steering), and if the truth be known, I slept with the light on for a week after seeing Jurassic Park.

But what I don’t have in physical strength or courage, I make up for with a lifelong passion for speed and an innate feel for the road that I’m sure many women share, I learned to drive a stick shift my fresh-man year in college when I purchased a used car. After a week or two I no longer needed to rely on my tachometer to determine when to shift; I could interpret the sighs and rumblings of my engine as easily as a new mother can distinguish her baby’s wet cry from its hungry one. Soon I was weaving in and out of traffic on the Santa Monica Freeway life a native Californian. Guys who rode with me would invariably exclaim, “You can really drive!” The unspoken end of the sentence —”for a girl”— was all the prodding I needed to throw the car into fourth and show them what I was made of, that I could outdrive any man, all the while silently praying to the Goddess of Vehicular Karma to protect me from LAPD radar.

If you love to drive, you know the incredible sense of freedom that comes while cruising along a windy road

with the top down on a breezy moonlit night, foot on the throttle, double-clutching into the turns. There is nothing better. You are the car, and the car is you. It is then, with the wind wildly tossing your hair, that you finally feel liberated, that you are relaxed enough to entertain secret thoughts of getting your brilliant novel published or of being stuck in an elevator with Sam Shepard. It is then that you are uninhibited enough to sing along with the radio and convince yourself that you are harmonizing not only with Bonnie Raitt but with all of humanity.

My memories of driving pleasure are far too numerous to describe, but my supreme moment (so far) happened about five years ago. After dinner at a restaurant, my friend Terri and I were getting into my car when we heard heavy footsteps running toward us. A man rushed past, followed by a cop on foot. “He went that way,” I yelled, pointing ahead of us. The cop opened the passenger door of my Honda Civic, yelled at Terri to get in the back and jumped in.

“Step on it!” he ordered. I kid you not; those were his very words. I needed no further instruction. hook off, foot to the floor, heart racing as my dream came true — permission to floor it with no threat of recrimination. When we got to the edge of the park the cop yelled “Stop!” and jumped out, to chase the man down a ravine. As we watched them slip away into the darkness, I felt like a guest heroine on Cagney and Lacey.

Why should the excitement of driving well be left to the male of the species? Two women have already made it to the Indy 500, the nation’s premier auto race. The most recent, Lyn St. James, placed a respectable eleventh in her 1992 Indy debut and was the only rookie to cross the finish line. I’m not suggesting you enroll in the legendary Skip Barber Racing School (although I am planning on attending it one day). I’m suggesting that the next time you get behind the wheel of a car, you embrace the opportunity to excel, and accelerate; your car couldn’t care less whether you’re a man or a woman. No one else on the road should, either. Particularly you.

by Miata Owner Barbara Feinman

Copyright 1994, Glamour Magazine. Reprinted without permission.

 

Miata for Sale

My neighbor is selling his 2015 Miata.

It’s a soft top, automatic transmission, with cloth interior, AM/FM/CD, and comes with a cover. It’s basically like new, 7,200 miles asking $17k. Contact Mike Baggett, cell 803-634-1313.

March Meeting Minutes

When: March 7th, 2019

Where: Emishiya Korean BBQ, Martinez

Who: Brian and Donna Bogardus, David and Ellie Brock, Mike and Shirley Dyer, Larry Garner, Glen and Deb Link, Dennis and Karol Mason.

Where: Emashiya Korean BBQ was different but good, we had our own room and enjoyed dinner and appetizers. Everyone found something on the menu that they liked. Shirley particularly enjoyed the Fried Rice and Karol and Dennis enjoyed the Goon Man Du and Bulgogi and rice.

Treasurer’s Report: The balance started at $951.91 from last month, and added $10 in dues to end at $961.91.

Club Business:
• Dues for this year are past due!, So please prepare to contribute at the next meeting,
and see Mike Dyer to pay them. Thank you for your support!
• Please remember to RSVP to our events – it makes it difficult for the planner if we don’t
know how many will show – especially for smaller venues. Your RSVP is greatly appreciated, so please don’t forget.

Ongoing:
• See Dennis Mason for name tags, if you so desire.
• Club merchandise is available: Pins are $3 each; “Support Vehicle” car magnets are $25
per pair, canvas tote/shopping bag $20 each. The 3” window stickers have come in and are available now.
• Coffee mugs and other items are available from http://www.cafepress.com/masters_miata
Communigraphics in North Augusta has our logo, for $8 you can have it embroidered on just about anything.

New Business/Upcoming calendar events:

DATE EVENT – LOCATION COORDINATORS
16 Mar Someone wanna plan a drive or breakfast or something??
23 Mar Optimist Club Pancake Breakfast – North Augusta
23 Mar Aiken Steeplechase – we have a nice spot at the rail (thanks Tom & Sue) but you have to buy your own tix this year.
4 Apr April Dinner Meeting – TBD
20 Apr Outing Club picnic/pot luck Bob & Pat Tarrant
25-27 Apr Miata’s at Myrtle Beach

http://miatasatmyrtlebeach.org/

On your own
6-8 June Zoomin’ in the Mountains of East Tennessee https://www.facebook.com/pg/Zoomin-The-Mountains-Of-East-Tennessee-161861850537211/events/ On your own
TBD August Bug Splat Brian & Donna Bogardus
1-3 Nov Deals Gap trip Brian & Donna Bogardus

Tyler loves his Porsche 914 and doesn’t care what you think

Of all the possible Porsches to inspire Tyler Hauptman’s passion, why on earth is he so enthusiastic about the 914? He’d be happy to tell you, but he’d rather show you. Check out Hauptman’s loud, obnoxious, and charming 1974 Porsche 914 in the latest “Why I Drive” video from Hagerty.

There is a 1973 Porsche 914 for sale right now on Bring a Trailer. Presently it is sitting at $5,000 with 4 days left, but it’ll probably go for 3 or 4 times that in the end. What ever you spend for it, Tyler would approve.

2019 Optimist’s Club Pancake Breakfast

Pancakes

Meet up at 8:00 at Greg’s Gas Plus, 1295 W Martintown Road, North Augusta (Interstate 20, SC Exit 1 – map) then take a short drive to the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church at 1002 Carolina Avenue, North Augusta, SC – map Or just head to the church around 8:30 AM.

For $7.00 you get all-you-can-eat pancakes, sausage, coffee, milk, or juice. Proceeds will support local families affected by childhood cancer. Good food, good cause, and even a bit of road time!

Event Coordinators: You!

Breakfast Etiquette:
Order Breakfast
Sit Where We Fit
Tip your Waitstaff
Defer to Regulars