Cruising with Marilyn Grace
Good day, dear readers! I recently embarked on an unforgettable jaunt with Marilyn Grace, my spirited red MG TD, to the twisting, turning roads of the Mosel. It was an outing that promised curves, climbs, and an enviable 11% incline. So buckle up, here’s a tale of our exhilarating escapade!
It all started with Marilyn Grace, a gleaming red classic that can turn heads faster than a sommelier can recommend a Riesling. Her chrome shone under the sun as if she was polished by the wine gods themselves. This wasn’t just any day out; it was our first proper outing, and Marilyn was raring to go, engine purring with anticipation.
Our destination? The renowned circuit road along the Mosel. With its notorious curves and steep inclines, this road isn’t just a route; it’s an asphalt beast waiting to be tamed. And tame it we did—or at least, we tried.
The journey began smoothly, with Marilyn Grace handling like the dream she is. As we approached the first curve, I whispered, “Hold tight, Marilyn,” because let’s be honest, talking to your car is perfectly normal—especially when she has a personality larger than a wine barrel at a local vineyard.
The curves were relentless, and with each bend, Marilyn and I became more attuned. The 11% incline was a thigh-burner—if cars had thighs, that is. Marilyn huffed and puffed up the slope, but like a true lady, she didn’t let it dampen her spirits. Instead, she tackled it with the gusto of a seasoned hill climber, all the while I felt like a proud parent at a preschool sports day—excited, slightly nervous, and ridiculously proud.
Riding Marilyn along those roads was like being one with nature, but in a way that nature probably wasn’t expecting. With the wind in our faces and the scenic vineyards rolling by, I couldn’t help but feel like we were part of an elite club for vintage car enthusiasts and wine lovers—membership: two.
Let’s just say, not every part of the drive was a polished performance. At one point, Marilyn decided to show her cheeky side, sputtering with the drama of an opera diva during the most thrilling aria. It was her way of reminding me that every star needs a break. After a brief pause—and a gentle pat to her dashboard—we were back in action, the engine singing a tune that could only be described as ‘vintage vroom.’
By the end of our adventure, Marilyn and I had not only conquered the Mosel’s serpentine roads but also formed an unbreakable bond. It was a day of laughter, a few white-knuckle moments, and the kind of joy that only comes from driving a car with more character than a library full of classic novels.
So here’s to Marilyn Grace, the MG TD who taught me that the best way to experience nature might just be from behind the wheel of a car that could qualify for a pension. What a ride, what a day!
Until our next outing, keep those wheels turning and the wine pouring. Cheers!
