That town was weird.  It was all black and white with the sound of Rod Serling saying something like, "Picture yourself in a quaint little town.  It's a small town just like hundreds of others across the country.  A crew of Corvette Caravaners exits here only to find this town is a little different.  No one actually eats.  The Black Bear has an eternal wait, and The Dugout stops cooking when they run out of onions.  Their only hope is to escape the Twilight Zone."

and the blackberry pie/cobbler is forgotten in the microwave until you wait long enough to ask the others in the group( what ever happened to old whats her name) so a waitress in a town named WEED forgets where she puts your pie? can we she SPACE COWBOY. think i would still be waiting for my dessert. sad. sad. place.

Larry... at least we got to eat........Thanks Again for ALL the Laughs! 

This trip will provide years of residual "yuk" value.

Glad you all had a great trip home, what's wrong with the GPS guy ?!?!?

gez nothing if ya like to travel down 14 miles of back country roads, where every farmer and farm hand is lookin at your vette thinkin "wonderin' if that ther fiberglass hippie car would make a good mud bogger, or snow plow. and then the guy with the gps turns on to the main road about 50 feet from the entrance to the hotel, which if we would have stayed on the main road we were on before the GPS Guy got involved, we would have hit our rooms earlier. nothing wrong with room or company.
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Or when he shoots over to exit 57A (v. 57B) and winds up going north on US395 instead of following the lead car and going south toward CC.  No names of course.

Ditto!!!!!!!!

oh help me I think I got sun stroke.....