Requiem for a Firefly
McLane he writes, "The route is fine, in exposed setting, a bold line." That's good enough to convince us to head out and drive to the climb.
A Land Rover, that's what you need to drive to Samson, yes indeed. If you don't have one then perhaps a Subaru will do the deed.
A four wheel drive I wish I had. High clearance too would not be bad. My student car should do the trick; "good clutch" said the newspaper ad.
Along the Hurley River Road we drive the Fly and heavy load, past the turn-off and wooden bridge the transmission it did explode.
"Uh oh" said Steph as Reid he laughed, that last big rock hit the drive shaft. Perhaps taking my Firefly on this offroad was really daft.
"No prob" thinks Steph and out he goes under the car to stick his nose. "Exhaust is jammed, I see it here. Bang it with rock, do you suppose?"
From the gearbox at last we free the metal pipe as best can be. But shifting gears is not for us. We'll stay in first, drive carefully.
To the road's end before it's dark, we make it there and there we park. For early morning rise is ours on a long climb we do embark.
Samson's summit we reach it late back at the car, don't feel so great. So there we sleep and the next day deal with the Fly's now sorry state.
The Sea to Sky southbound we drive stuck in third gear 'til we arrive. The climb was tough, the car is beat. That's one more trip it did survive.
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I owned my 1991 Pontiac Firefly from March 2000 until January 2004. During that time we travelled over 50,000 km together to Arizona, to California, three times to the Rockies, to Smith Rock, and countless trips to Skaha...
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