Friday was a test of nerves as we struggled with our battery and generator. Hot temperatures in the 100’s, twisting turns and hot asphalt take a toll on old engines. We barely made it to our start position after lunch, leaving Franklin, Pennsylvania with just four seconds to spare. When we did get the car started after enormous team effort and a famous flying start, we discovered we had no other power in the car, the horn didn’t work, no power. The generator was shot and we were running on what was left of the battery. I did bring along a new generator that would have to be installed at the evening stop. At the Packard Museum we had a front row spot along with the other Packards in the race. We couldn’t believe we actually made it to the checkpoint with only a 29 second penalty to our time, but our beautiful 71 year old lady never gave up. Truly she is now “the little engine that could.” When we got to the hotel to take care of the repairs to the generator, we were not alone. The cameraderie of the other racers, the efforts to find a knowledgeable mechanic resulted in help from Ward, who helped us install and rig the new generator so that we could continue on in the morning. It’s not a 100% perfect solution but for now the “little engine that could” is still hanging in there as we head to our next stop.