We slept in on a beautiful Charleston morning, eventually making our way to the famous Hominy Grill for some grits. Today was the day. The day I finally made it to all 48 states. So hammer down, we roared out of Charleston and steamed towards Asheville, North Carolina. Asheville is a gorgeous mountain town, full
On the way to South Carolina’s coastal gem, I pulled off the road at the Carolina Cider Company to take a break. Today’s driving habits, when it comes to pitstops, involve McDonald’s, Taco Bell, or a drive-through of some description. Then drivers hop back on the interstate and continue their frantic drive to wherever their
Some say General Sherman (that bastard) didn’t torch Savannah because it was “too beautiful to burn.” Others claim Savannah’s lack of resistance and strategic import to the Yankees made burning the old girl down pointless. Whichever you believe, it’s hard to deny the city’s charms. Nearly 150 years later, Savannah remains a splendid place to
If you haven’t seen Mississippi’s Gulf Coast since CNN coverage of Katrina, you owe it to yourself to take a trip. Now, I’d suggest attending “Cruising the Coast,” which is one of the nation’s largest collector-car events. But if you can’t make it for that, at least meander down for some time in Biloxi. Mississippians
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With Mrs. Murphy in the Brougham, things were perking along well. We’d eaten, drunk, and been merry in the Big Easy and I felt confident about the trip ahead. Who wouldn’t be happier with Mrs. Murphy by their side, I ask you? The sun shimmered on the highway and the palmettos seemed to wave goodbye
My friend and broker, David Malone, suggested I swing by a restaurant named Mandina’s for lunch. To be honest, I really wanted to eat at that great New Orleans cliche, Mother’s, but the line was (as usual) out the door. So Mrs. Murphy and I headed up Canal for lunch at Mandina’s. I was skeptical
Ahh, blissful sleep. Mrs. Murphy and I (finally) had a moment to sleep late and enjoy the sweet summer slumber of a New Orleans morning. With one last cup of cafe au lait, we headed out to practice a little New Orleans magic on the Brougham. Magic? Yes, indeed. If you’ve been following the blog
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Astute readers may have noticed that Mrs. Murphy has not made an appearance in the blog since New York. And back there, she wisely only rode in the Brougham for about 30 miles. Having known me for 11 years, Mrs. Murphy understands my passion for old cars. Granted, she is a former New Yorker, which
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After an hour’s sleep, I awoke to a dim Louisiana sky. The time: 5 o’clock a.m. Time to make the doughnuts. Slipping behind the wheel, I piloted the Cadillac over to the air pump that had been blocked the night before by an 18-wheeler. Boy, the Caddy sure felt low on the back right. Maybe
Wichita Falls hosted us last night. Now, Wichita Falls does not have a Ritz Carlton. There’s no Four Seasons (tragically). You can’t even find an Omni in town. So look at these images: Where did we stay? Who built this fabulous lobby? Check the fluffy bedding: This is a Holiday Inn Express. Wow. And believe
