"Damn! What was I thinking?"

Our last choice is to personally drive the car down from Anchorage to Haines and put her onto the Alaska state ferry bound for Sitka.

Finding and purchasing the vehicle was the easy part. Now Stephanie and I must try and make arrangements for this classic car to be delivered from Anchorage to Sitka, which is nearly 1,000 miles away over land and sea.

The Alaska state ferry departing from Anchorage to Sitka has no vacancies for vehicles until spring, which is many months away. There is the same problem with tug and barge freight. Stephanie and I cannot wait six months now that we have made up our minds to purchase the collector car.

Stephanie discovers there is room for a vehicle and a driver from Haines, AK on the state ferry to Sitka, AK on September 3rd. That may solve part of the 1,000 mile vehicle delivery. However, the Anchorage to Haines land trek is a 765 mile drive on an unpredictable wilderness road through Alaska, Canada, and Alaska again before even starting the 200+ mile jaunt between Haines and Sitka on the ferry system. There are very few fueling or sleeping accommodations along the route as well as unsafe driving road conditions.

We try to hire a car hauling company to deliver the vehicle to Haines with no luck. We then try to rent a one-way motor home (RV) to tow or follow the Stingray to Haines in case of mechanical or weather problems. Bad luck again. No one in Anchorage has one-way RV rentals available to Haines. It is at the end of the season and all of the rental vehicles including cars are already in Haines and needed to go back up to Anchorage... the opposite direction that we need to go.

Our last choice is to personally drive the car down from Anchorage to Haines and put her onto the Alaska state ferry bound for Sitka.

Several acquaintances who had made the 780 mile trek through the Alaskan/Canadian wilderness advised us not to try it, especially with a 48 year old classic car in unknown driving condition and road conditions. Let alone lightning-fast weather changes. We decide to roll the dice and "go for it." I will be making this trip on my own. Stephanie confirms the airline reservations for my flight to Anchorage.

September 01, 2012 - I am on the 6 AM flight from Sitka to Anchorage to obtain the little red corvette. I have a great fear of flying unless I am on the controls. Too many nightmarish things have happened around me with flying machines. I have to fight the PTSD devils knocking on my brain door. I think to myself that I really must be nuts. I pray to the Almighty that the airplane is well maintained. "I must do this!"

I also send a prayer to the Man above that the car is in good driving condition and has no mechanical surprises for me waiting to surface deep in the wilderness. My martial arts and Zen breathing (and medication) allow me to relax and surf the perfect tropical waves inside my head.

9:00 am - Anchorage Airport

I am picked up by Larry Rhymer, the Corvette owner. We drive to Larry’s home to look at the car. "What a BEAUTY!" I crank up the engine and listen intently to every sound as I walk around her. The Corvette looks as though she were just a few years old, NOT fifty. The interior is flawless, with original everything intact. The exterior is nearly the same condition. A small blemish and tiny spider web crack are barely visible. Something expected from a fiberglass body car of this era.

The Fuel Injection emblems on the outside fenders appear GM factory original. Everything under the hood looks authentic as well. The engine lopes with the sound of a healthy high-performance camshaft, exactly like a small block 327 Corvette high horse power plant is supposed to produce. The engine has a high capacity Holly carburetor not a fuel injection unit. I observe several holes in the inside left fender well and a large hole near the front radiator. These are factory-installed air cleaner trademarks of an original rare Fuel Injected engine.

I back the car out of Larry’s garage and drive around the small circle drive at his home. The car sounds and drives great. We shake hands and agree on the sale. I then ask for directions out of town.

Within a matter of minutes I realize there are too many cars and streets in Anchorage. Everyone seems angry and in a hurry. I am lost and nervous. Should I take an "all praise the lamb" (Xanax)? It seems as though everyone is out to wreck our new classic automobile. I can’t tell if other drivers are gawking at the old "gal" or giving me "stink eye" to get out of their way. I pull over as soon as I can get into the proper lane to exit. "Damn! What was I thinking?" Nine years of living on a small island with fifteen miles of road and a speed limit of 45 mph have taken their toll on my driving skills and reaction time.

"To be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace." Romans 8:6

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