My car club has a small group of guys that gets together on an occasional Sunday morning and takes a drive, usually out to Key Biscayne, for cafe con leche and tostado. We meet up at a local Denny’s parking lot around 7:00 a.m. and go from there. It’s about a fifteen mile drive up US 1 and then out the Rickenbacker Causeway and over the waters of Biscayne Bay.
The best car to take on that drive is, of course, a convertible, and even with the late-season cool front that has some of the locals shivering in jackets, I had the top down on the Mustang as I followed my Good Friend Bob in his ’67 Austin Healey and Ira in his TR-6.
What made it even better was because of the change to Daylight Saving Time, the sun was just coming up as we crossed the bay. Ships were leaving the Port of Miami to the north, their silhouettes cut against the pinkish-grey horizon (was that the Queen Mary 2 off in the distance?) and the pelicans skimmed across the light chop. The drive home through Coconut Grove’s Main Highway and down Old Cutler Road beneath the tunnel of banyan trees put the cap on it. It was the best Occasional Sunday Morning Drive we’ve had in a long time.