Connecticut, derived from the Greek, meaning "land of bad streets".

We left the Pottstownians for the Poconoians, (this is getting really silly). This was the first day of driving with the top on the car. It was overcast, cool, with a little drizzle from time to time. We were dry and comfortable and only in New Jersey for about 8 miles. We headed north through the Poconos, east to West Point, and then south next to the Hudson (River not Hornet).

Our final destination is Westport, Connecticut, where our daughter is happily employed, socially active and totally self-sufficient. We were spending two nights, chocked full of visits with friends, food and merriment on many levels.

For all the other Cobra owners, we did spend some time on the Merritt Parkway, which is like Watkins Glen with more trees that are much closer to the road. Exciting in a death defying kind of way. The surface streets in Connecticut are possibly the roughest paved roads in the western hemisphere. If you could pave a cow pasture without smoothing it out first, well, you get the picture.

Tomorrow Cape Cod, or we aren't going any further east cause the car don't float so good.