|   If you are tired of reading about 
Tulsarama by now, go ahead and hit the - Delete - key, because I just got home 
yesterday, and I, like everyone else who got home ahead of me, want to share my 
experiences.   I think I win First Prize for 
Last One To Get Home, except for maybe some of our overseas friends who are 
touring the country first.     First I want to say that 
Tulsarama, despite of (or maybe because of) the condition of Miss Belvedere, was 
everything I hoped it would be, and then some.  I would've done a couple of 
things different than they did, but not many, and not the big things.  Even 
Coddington's presence helped, even if I don't care for the man personally.  
I only occasionally got to check email on the way home in motels that had 
computers available to guests for a few minutes.  So I don't know what 
eveyone has said, but I know the tone has been very upbeat from attendees, and 
probably Eeyoreish (is that a word?) from non-attendees who are now jealous and 
wished they had gone.   I learned a few things on this 
trip: 
          
  A good trailer goes a long way.  Literally.  
  I thank God no bad things happened to Mr. Finzzz the whole trip!  It was 
  4500 miles when we got home.    
      There seems to be a law Down Under that says men must all 
  have Buddy Repperton sideburns.  Everyone I met from south of the Equator 
  was aweseome.  Loved finally meeting Glenn Barrett and his lovely lady 
  Michelle (Thanks again for the MoPar brand Breakfast Oil - the most unique and 
  wonderful souvenir from this trip!!!).    
      Neil Vedder talks in real life just like his emails.  
  He doesn't mean to put some people out when he types, and I've learned to 
  appreciate it more.  When you talk to him you can just see the 
  parentheses and quote marks in his conversation, which is kind of cool because 
  he's not doing it on purpose, it's just how it comes out!        
  Seven '57 Furys in one place at one time, and what, 15 
  '56-58s altogether???  Even the old-timers were saying that's more than 
  ever before, except maybe for when they left the factory.  More than 
  Hershey or Carlisle, more than GFS meets . . . and how many Mopar fin cars the 
  whole week?  Hundreds, for sure!        
  It pays to get there early.  I got there Tuesday 
  afternoon, and a small contingent of us walked to the vault early Wednesday in 
  time to see them - unannounced - lift the lid to the vault and we all got 
  those early photos and cool, if cheesy, media 
  interviews.        Clive from England 
  hates to be called "Cleeve".  But he's a good sport about it.  So 
  many great people were there.  Some were less vocal than others, but 
  usually had great stories about their cars.  Collin from England (I 
  think), with whom I watched the unveiling, was one.  Andrew Sharpe was 
  another.  He's from Australia, bought a '61 Windsor in Washington, had it 
  shipped to San Francisco, and is still now driving all around the country in 
  it!      
      Good timing has its rewards.  I was fortunate enough 
  to be interviewed a few times, and I understand the footage they showed at the 
  unveiling of me will probably be contained in the documentary DVD they put 
  out, according to Charlie the videographer.  Also, I'm told Mr. Finzzz 
  will be appearing in a feature in Mopar Collector's Guide in a few months 
  along with their coverage of this event.        Good people are 
  everywhere.  We ran out of gas once during the whole trip (we came close 
  several times).  Of all places to have it happen, it was one mile out of 
  Greensburg, KS.  According to my Atlas, Greensburg is home to the World's 
  Largest Hand-Dug Well.  We didn't know it when we coasted to a stop, but 
  it's the same Greensburg, KS that was 90% destroyed by a tornado in May.  
  Despite the only buildings up were city hall and a bar, and FEMA warnings, the 
  gentleman with the only surviving gas station filled us up.  He lost his 
  wife and brother to the tornado.  The well is still there - at least the 
  hole is.    
      You can find Mopar parts in the strangest places.  I 
  found a nice Mopar polishing cloth and tin for next to nothing in the front 
  window of an insurance company in Wray, CO.  And I found the same 1957 
  Tulsa commemarative coin that Steve (he who had signed the Belvedere's tire in 
  1957 that we all met) had at a 90 year old's antique shop in Winfield, 
  KS.    
      You never know who you will meet when staring at a '57 Fury 
  convertible.  One night in the Doubletree parking garage, I was drooling 
  over Dale Frahm's car with a couple of strangers.  After a bit, we 
  introduced each other.  It was Kevin Casey!  Kevin is from Texas, 
  and about 10 years ago I sold him a factory red/white '58 Belvedere with 
  factory black/white interior - a true Christine!  He bought it sight 
  unseen for -back then- a nice profit for me.  Of course today it's about 
  10% what the same car would sell for.    
      When necessary, you can drive a long way.  I was 
  fortunate enough to have my father and wife drive home with me.  Dad and 
  I took turns driving (he's the one who ran out of gas, not me!!)Unfortunately, 
  while in Wyoming my dad wrenched his back and could barely walk - with the 
  help of a broom I packed that he used as a cane - much less drive.  So 
  while dad very slowly swept the parking lot of every gas station we stopped to 
  go to the bathroom at, I drove most of the way home.      
      The West's worst roads are in Utah and Oklahoma.  We 
  joked (non-politically correctly) that Utah must repair their roads with a 
  bunch of Indians using a can of tar and a case of beer, and Oklahoma imported 
  those same Utes to fix their roads.  Whenever we hit a bad patch that's 
  who we blamed it on.  Sorry if this offends anyone.  The roads in 
  those two states are BAAAAD.    
      In life, you mostly regret the big things you didn't do and 
  should've.  I may never meet most of you people I met face-to-face in 
  Tulsa ever again, since I am so far removed from the big shows and 
  events.  But this once-in-a-lifetime trip for me was so worth it.  
  Thank you to Roger Van Hoy for giving up his Doubletree reservation to 
  me.  Thank you to Marv Raguse, John Paxos,  and other knowledgeable 
  '57 Fury people, from whom I finally was able to get a realistic evaluation on 
  how accurately I restored Mr. Finzzz.  Thank you to Dave Stragand, the 
  center of all things Forward Look, and his lovely wife Juley.  NO 
  REGRETS!!! Mark   
mjh '57 Fury - Mr. 
Finzzz Sutherlin, OR     
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