Don and Sharon Slaybaugh

9400 SW 130th Av.

Beaverton, Or. 97008

The Slaybaughs own a 1965 Mk 3

The day started out very brisk-read “cold”. A new member, John Meyer, had agreed to put his life in my hands and accompany me on the tour. Not knowing how John would feel about the cold, I put my top up but didn’t install the side curtains (wouldn’t want to spoil him). We arrived at the starting point at 9:00 A.M. to be greeted by an empty parking lot. Hmmm, maybe no one would show, what an easy deal that would be! However, five minutes later, the Clemensons, Maguires, Carol Trenko and friend, Bob Wallace and sister, Glen Enright with gracious wife Jan arrived. Off we went at full tilt over Cornelius Pass and onto Hwy 30, straight through to the Longview bridge and into Washington.

Tom's Healey with the top up!

Brave healey owners with the tops down

Cornelius Pass road

After lunch we headed west along the beautiful Willapa Bay and then South onto Hwy 101. Staying within the speed limit for a change, we were met by Chuck Gowan and navigator, Jerry Baron – coming up from the south. After they pulled in behind, we took off to continue our journey. We went past the Longbeach Peninsula, thru Chinook, across the Astoria bridge and onto Hwy 202. From Astoria we led the group to Seaside on the back curvy roads that you can only find after looking for many years. Bob Wallace, right behind me, did a great job of staying close to my tail end. He almost caught me a few times. I had to slow it down a bit when I noticed my passenger trying to rip the grab handle out of my dash.

Lunch break

Tom Monaco

Carol Trenko

Upon arriving at our beach house in Seaside, we were greeted by all those folks who wished they had driven their Healeys on such a tour as this. I won’t mention any names but you know who you are! The great cooking of Skip Monaco and Iva Curry made for a great dinner. Spicy pasta, great Italian salad and dessert; wow, what a meal!

The Jag made it.

Healey's at Tom and Skip's house in Seaside

All the Healeys made it home with no issues ( over 300 miles). If you couldn’t make it, I’m sorry. You missed the last great tour of the year. My co-pilot and I braved the trip home on Sunday night after a great day of fishing. It was about 38 degrees in the Coast Range at seven that night. You just don’t know cold until you try that trip. T.M.