Total success. Zero car issues to my knowledge. I want to examine one of my u-joints before I roll aagin, but.....I made it home 10am Blackhorse departure, in Manvel we picked up another handful of cars. I think total cars was 25 or so. Sorry I didn't count. In Manvel, Brad asked me to lead on to Surfside as apparently I'm the only one with a Speedo that has any faith in its accuracy. I replaced Lucky Strike as 35mph on the freeway is bad juju. We hit a bit of rain south of Manvel and only had two hickups on the way to Surfside. The 1st was "BBobb" Brian about running a stoplight in Lake Jackson in front of 2 county mounties. In the full-on brake lockup he almost got rearended by one of the other guys in our caravan, in a chevy sedan. No bueno. The 2nd is on me. I've never been on the road we were on and missed a turn, Brad assured me on the cell that I was going the right way, I was not, we U-turned it. Once in Surfside, the beach was awesome, and at the gas stop the local cops swung in to let their presence be known. Luckily we are all upstanding citizens so they left us alone. The local bar emptied out to look at the cars and take pics. Continuing on up the coast towards Galveston, I saw several Public Beach Entrances, on the 3rd, it was "Right turn Clyde" and we drove a mile or so on the hardpack by the surf. There was some cool footage shot of the caravan that should surface soon. Once we crossed the tollbridge we all got waved through, it wasn't until tonight I saw where Brian Bobb covered it all. WOW, MAN WE OWE YOU!!!! The 1st stop we made on Galveston Island was Woodys Bar. The real reason for the stop was because Richard D was running late with the craw-daddys to the final destination, so we were stalling for time. After leaving Woodys we crusied the seawall, and did a detour through "The Strand", talk about us setting off car alarms and making jaws drop. Tim in the horn'd up '53 Chevy popped the air off and drug a good distance. An old lady was heard saying "HOLY SHIT!" After the Strand we hit some back streets back to the Seawall and on to the final destination beer & mudbugs. Good times had by all! I think I clocked just shy of 300 miles in the '58, WOOT! I took a couple pics, a bunch sucked cause I was driving. But these survived. Dad in his Deuce on 59 SWFWY on the way to the Darkhorse View from the deck at Woody's, this was less than half the crew. Pile driven! "A" sedans anyone? Danny put mucho miles on the Hemi today but was worth it How Big Drew fits no one knows......... Putting some legs on the deuce Ryan "Hou" messin around in the bed of his '59 Brads bald head on the way to the Strand. Caravan anyone? I guess so..... Chevy's DOWN! Saltwater shrinks A sedans..... Chevro-laid Duece, Dueces on a row. Tuckin' Bullets Cooking mud bugs Richard D feeding Chichi peanut butter, errrr crawfish.