MOG 2000 ADVENTURE
by Ed Herman
My story begins before Mog 2000, at the Washington DC Club’s Mog 30; on the 4th of July weekend in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. That’s where Roger Moran first showed this newly acquired '66 Drophead Coupe. It was beautiful, and it won the Best Of Show award at Mog 30. Roger was on his way to take his new car home to Europe, and after visiting a few friends, he drove the car to Baltimore’s port for shipping to Southampton, on the very same boat I planned to send Squeaky over on. Because of his travel plans, Roger and his shiny black machine arrived at the port a week the ship was scheduled to ship. I, of course, waited till the last minute to part with dear Squeaky.
When I arrived at the Baltimore terminal I was greeted with, A Morgan!! I haven’t seen one in twenty years, now it’s two in one week. I know what that is. It’s one of those Morgans. One old dockhand asked, Are all the Morgans leaving the country? I assured him it wasn't a factory recall.
Squeaky was left at a lonely dockside parking lot for her three-week trip to the UK and, I have to admit that those three weeks without my four-- wheeled friend was the hardest part of the adventure. I’m used to driving her or working on her some of every week. Instead, I sat in a lawn chair in the garage and remembered. While sitting there I remembered the evening, where over a bottle of California wine, Lorne Goldman and I discussed plans to attend Mog 2000 in Canterbury, England. We planned for a 3000-mile trip of car, wives and very little luggage. But Lorne had changed his mind and was still driving around in his super sleek +8 up in Canada and I had no one to worry with.
But the time soon passed and on August the 9th Judy and I were off to the airport! Well... not exactly off as when we arrived at the airport, we waited in line for 45 minutes only to find that all flights had been canceled because of heavy thunderstorms in the Baltimore area. The airlines rushed us into a cab for the Philadelphia airport and we spent the first 90 minutes of our adventure in the back seat of a Chevy, on Interstate 95 with our driver explaining in detail his beloved Russian music. Before he progressed to balalikas, we were off from Philadelphia on our great adventure.