The annual St. Louis Saint Patrick’s Day Parade was held on Saturday, 3/12. Being a rain or shine event meant no complaints about the forecasted weather. A forecast that proved to be correct on the only day parade folks needed it to be otherwise. I was one of those folks.
As everyone knows, I was experiencing a great deal of anxiety for the following reasons:
- Driving a dirty car for all to see.
- Being surrounded by thousands of people.
- Driving to unknown locations.
- Not really knowing anyone.
- Having people close to the car.
- Tying balloons to my car.
- Being close to other cars.
(The list is much bigger in my head!)
My Mustang started off the morning spot free. I had driven the ZX2 the whole week, keeping my white pony in the garage. I had detailed it twice in one week. Before the parade began I went through three of my best car drying towels. Anxiety #1 averted. It drizzled off and on throughout the event, but spectators saw nothing but amazing Mustangs as we drove two-by-two in the route.
A big thanks to husband Brad who agreed to ride shotgun and help me through all situations. He had many important duties, including #3 and #6 listed above.
While those were expected, a major stresser just popped up without warning. Brad had to jump out and retrieve green beads that had gotten stuck in the tread of my back tire. Round and round they went as I envisioned a monstrous strand of 1″ diameter beads causing havoc to my paint. (Of course this was not the case.) I’m quite surprised they were able to hang on being sure at least $40 per tire had been spun off here and there along the parade route. Let’s be clear the tires were merely spinning quickly in an excessive acceleration fashion. There was no ‘burnout’ present for I am nothing if I am not a rule follower.
Anxiety #4 was quickly dispelled. The other members of our group, The Mustang Club of St. Louis, were so friendly, welcoming, and helpful. It’s obvious I’ve joined a group filled with enthusiasts that share a common passion for the Ford Mustang.
This also erased anxiety #7. We were all in the same boat, have the same pride, and take care of our cars.
It was a new experience and a great day.
Thanks Bill C. for talking me into participating. I loved having people snap pictures of the cars, clapping as we drove by, and Yes, I would do it again.
Here are a few more pics!