My car club will, on occasion, get together a small group and go for an early-morning drive. This takes place at 7:00 a.m., when there is very little traffic and it’s still cool enough that driving with the top down is delightful. This morning we gathered again and went from South Miami out to Key Biscayne. Thanks to the passage of a cold front on Friday night, the weather was clear and cool enough that a light jacket was welcome. It could even be described by some as “crisp,” which isn’t something you think of in describing weather in South Florida.
There were six cars: a 1967 Austin Healey 3000 MkIII, a 1960 Austin Healey 3000, a 1973 TR6, a 1970 Lotus (with right-hand-drive), a 1960 Chevrolet Impala, and ever the odd man out, my 1995 Mustang GT. You do not have to own an antique car (more than 25 years old) to belong to the club; you just can’t exhibit a newer car. That doesn’t bother me; I enjoy looking at the cars of other members, and they are happy to have me along in either my Mustang or my nearly-antique 1988 Pontiac 6000LE Safari station wagon. We cruised up US 1 to the Rickenbacker Causeway and out over the bridges to Key Biscayne, greeting the sun as it broke through the low-level clouds over the Atlantic, passing the line of cyclists that are always on the road, and getting a wave from them. A flock of pelicans swooped low over the water by the bridge to Virginia Key.
Our usual stop is a Cuban cafe where some of us (me) had breakfast and Cuban coffee. We enjoyed the sunrise over the palms and condos, and then headed back home via a more scenic route – past Vizcaya, the old Deering estate, and through Coconut Grove, through the tunnel of trees along Main Highway and Old Cutler Road, and back home in time for another cup of coffee and the Sunday New York Times.