October 2009 In this issue... • Featured Members Bob and Sue ...

Editor’s Notes
by Garey Cooper
A Hot Time Was Had By All
We had a near panic in the executive
suite of the Orange Coast Region tower
recently. It seems that the temperature
control in the Club Sauna went haywire
and several high officials were nearly
parboiled! Unfortunately in the ensuing
panic a number of people ran out into
the marble lined hallways with little or
no corporeal coverage and the result
is that we now know some of our
members more than we ever thought we
would. In most cases this is bad news
indeed. I was fortunate enough to have
been reading a copy of the Wall Street
Journal at the time, so that I had ample
newsprint with which to cover myself,
and the graphs were even pointing in
the right direction. As my uncle Rick
O’Shay Cooper used to say, “if you
can’t be good you gotta be lucky.”
We All Answer to the Name of Lucky
I would have to say that we do indeed
answer to the name of Lucky here in the
Orange Coast Region of the Porsche
Club of America. First of all, where
we live, and of course we are fortunate
enough to have the means needed to
acquire a Porsche. Not bad at all in the
great scale of things. And the exodus
of your Board from the Sauna Scalding
puts them back out onto the happy
streets, planning ever more events for
your automotive diversion. Considering
what we’ve already done as a club
and the many more entertaining and
educating things we have planned for
the end of 2009, you just cannot stay
put as a couch potato while the year
winds down. So grab your significant
other and drag them out to our next
happening― you won’t regret it.
The Widow Maker
I mention the weather because
I’m just back from a vacation in
Scotland with Mrs. Cooper. My
primary responsibility on these
jaunts is to watch for the handling
of “The Widow Maker,” (this is
her suitcase). It is no coincidence
that the EU has seen an upsurge in
Workmens Comp cases after the
Widow Maker has gone through
and laid waste to backs, cartilage,
and even bones. The airlines try
to warn people when they put a
big red tag that says HEAVY on this
portmanteau. I’ve never even seen the
bottom of it. I know it must be there
somewhere, but the task of digging
down to the depths without special
mining equipment is beyond me and
most people without night vision
goggles.
Scotland is the home of golf,
of course, and it is also where they
invented rain. At least it sure seemed so
during our late August trip. Every time
it was dry for 10 minutes we’d rush
out to the tee box and try to get around
18 dry holes, but this seldom worked
out. Thank goodness it was summer. I
kept looking at the Huntington Beach
weather on the cell phone and it was
just enough to remind me of how
fortunate we are to have a thing called
summer, and the notion of rain as a
novelty and not a normalcy.
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