Shamrock Tour® - Savannah, Georgia

Text: Chris Myers • Photography: Chris Myers, Kathy Myers

Kathy and I have heard many tales about Savannah, Georgia's great food, fun pubs, and its arts atmosphere for years. And though many Southern sojourns have taken us tantalizingly close, the quick going-elsewhere spell of the super-slab has always prevailed. Until now our glimpses of the grand, old city have been relegated to the green blurs of exit signs rushing by on Interstate 95.

Twice a year, after my mom and dad loaded the dog and me into the back of the Volkswagen Beetle, we'd head north from Miami to visit family in West Virginia. Somewhere around Jacksonville dad's grumbling would begin, and though my young ears weren't privy to most of his hissed muttering, I always managed to pick up a choice word or two. Back in those days, the early 1970s, the Interstate hadn't been completed through Georgia, and the old highway funneled traffic through the city's downtown and across the narrow Talmadge Bridge over the Savannah River. Dad never wasn`t much for stops while traveling, and that situation always called for plenty. On the other hand, I thought Savannah was a cool diversion from the endless concrete drone.

My how things have changed in Savannah. That old, rusty cantilever truss bridge is gone, replaced by a much higher and stunning cable-stayed span. I-95 now passes ten miles west of town, erasing the gridlock that incited so many angrily harrumphed words. But what's exciting is that Kathy and I have finally broken free of the Interstate routine and honored our long-standing promise to pay this town a proper visit.

It's Pronounced Byoo-fert

Arriving a day early, we've had some time to walk around and get a feel for the place, and there'll be ample opportunities to stroll the inviting, colonial town over the next few evenings. However, the Concours 14 is looking a little neglected in the Best Western Promenade parking lot this morning, and we have a highlighted map in hand and a loaded GPS spurring us to make a few tarmac miles in Savannah's surroundings.
As we accelerate rapidly into the light, morning traffic heading north across the Talmadge Bridge, we start climbing. With its vertical clearance standing 185 feet above the shimmering river, the viaduct noses the C14 skyward at what seems an airliner's take-off trajectory and accordingly, as we reach the crest of the bridge, I inform Kathy that the use of approved electronic devices is now permitted and that the stewards will soon be walking the aisle serving refreshments. She asks me for some peanuts and a Coke.

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