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On The Road With This olelongrooffan: Let’s Go To The Folkston Funnel, Shall We?


So this olelongrooffan is certain my fellow Hoons are trying to figure out what this image of some random rail cars has anything to do with the happenings here in the Hooniverse. Well, as I hope my fellow Hoons have most likely figured out by now, this olelongrooffan ventures out on a regular basis to see if I can find some, what I think is, cool stuff to share with my fellow Hoons. So far, although with some exceptions, all seems to be good. Hope the same can be said today. So if my fellow Hoons don’t mind some longrooffan ramblings and the reason these rail cars are featured “above the fold” feel free to click on through.


Well fellow Hoons, it’s like this. Back in 1911, a prominent doctor in southeast Georgia, Dr. Folks, formed a town around his practice and soon it became the county seat. Later railways, including Henry Flagler’s line, routed their trains through what became Folkston, Georgia. And these days, apparently, the majority of rail cars entering the Sunshine State funnel through Folkston, to the tune of 60 plus trains a day. Last week, while discussing the merits of this road trip my buddy who made that eventful trip with me through the Ocala National Forest years ago, yeah, he is the GR8BLDR..so the license plate on his heavy duty Ford F150 proclaims…mentioned this place might be worth a look see.


Well, across from that volunteer fire department station for Charlton County, the city of Folkston has constructed a viewing platform as I guess viewing the passing of these trains has become a bit of fascination for a very diverse bunch of folks. Hell, they even provide a scanner so that those wishing to do so can follow the engineer’s conversations.


Over yonder, on the other side of the tracks, there is another pavilion with a bright yellow boxcar attached. As this olelongrooffan was making that bucketlist drive up to that southeast Georgia burg, I wasn’t totally sure that it would be worth the while.

Afterall, just the other day I was at Soloman’s Castle at the GR8BLDR’s suggestion.

However, as, my longerroof turned off US 1 onto Main Street, just a block away, this olelongrooffan saw the crossbars drop across that perpendicular rail line thus preventing me from progressing any further into the good Doctor’s town as there were trains going willy nilly back and forth. And watching a whole dang bunch of trains, heading in opposing directions at nearly full throttle, and all of them possessing 100 or more railcars each was enough to generate a bit of excitement to this olelongrooffan. And I will never forget the thunder of those rail cars passing on by to deliver some more shit for my fellow Floridiots to purchase this holiday season.


Now as cool as those railcars were, I kinda figured that if this post was to get by the editing skills of my Hooniverse Overlords, this olelongrooffan figured I had better get back to some Hoonilicious cars, stat. Well, if I do say so my own damn self, I think this Desoto, even with those wheels, redeems this olelongrooffan.


And at the very same location there in Hilliard, Florida was this Falcon two door post that this olelongrooffan knows will get me a hall pass for this post. Yeah, just like the Hooniverse, there were a few dings hanging around but the execution and proportion was wonderful. Enjoy Mad Science. Something this olelongrooffan found surprising, the FAA has an Air Traffic Control facility in the unassuming burg of Hilliard, Florida. According to the guy I saw walking the parking lot on the other side of that barb wire topped security fence, that facility is an “in route” monitoring station covering an area from mid Florida to mid Georgia. Who would have thunk it?


Just down the road a piece was yet another obscure motorhome taunting this olelongrooffan with its existence. A Barth if I am not mistaken.


And is a series of olelongrooffan’s series of posts complete without an obscure old firetruck? This one thankfully provided by an American LaFrance.


One of the things this olelongrooffan and the GR8BLDR also talked about over a cold libation that evening prior to this roadtrip was his fascination with bridge architecture. As I was heading south on Florida highway 9B, also known as I-295, this intense high bridge was spotted and I captured this image of it to remind me to speak with him about it on my return to FantasyLand later this weekend.


And as I previously mentioned, anytime this olelongrooffan can travel on old highway ________, I will do so. St. Augustine here I come.


Now, this olelongrooffan has visited the nation’s oldest city more times that I can remember. The first time was in 1987 in a TheFoamGuy’s 86 F Body Trans Am. We were styling and having a blast. I still have the photograph of him trying to lift one of those huge cannons on the top of that old fort seen in the distance.


While I was stuck in traffic waiting to cross that Bridge of Lions seen in the background of this image, I happened to capture an image of one of the many horse drawn carriages that tote touristas around this historic old city.


And as I was sitting there behind that big ass food delivery truck, I noticed that there was an inordinate amount of tourists in town for a Monday in November. Then this olelongrooffan realized that I am not the only tourist to be on vacation in the great state of Florida this Thanksgiving week. I just haven’t been out and among them very much in recent years.


So as I watched this Navy helicopter head on down south I got to thinking that maybe this olelongrooffan should get off the beaten track instead of sitting here stuck in stand still traffic with all those touristas and, guess what?, that’s what I did.


But not before capturing this image of the tri-sail ketch that had just passed through the draw bridge causing this traffic congestion while it was traveling up the Matanzas River.


So after checking out the line of oncoming traffic waiting to cross the soon to opened Bridge of Lions. Yeah some people just don’t have an idea as to how to drive. Those two cars blocking the traffic lanes had, effectively, caused a whole bunch of folks to be backed up just on the other side of them. Yeah, touristas.


So this olelongrooffan scooted out of that stopped traffic line and one of the first things I spotted was this sweet old late ’60’s era stepside long box FOMOCO product. It was a truly rare spotting and I was glad to have gotten out of that stalled line of traffic.


This is the Ponce de Leon hotel there in downtown St. Augustine. Pardon this olelongrooffan a digression here. Years ago when I was living in SlOcala, Florida, my hair stylist had introduced me to lovely Pam. We were sitting at a bar and I had asked Pam what would be a great first date. She mentioned anything to do with water. So this nonboatowning olelongrooffan suggested a day floating the Rainbow River over in Innerness and she agreed that a day in a canoe would be fantastic. So that eventful day arrived and the weather outside was rainy and drizzly and just sucked. I quickly came up with a backup plan, lunch at this hotel in St. Augustine. The water connection? We crossed the St. Johns River on a single car ferry over near Crescent City. Yes, my fellow Hoons, that was a very nice afternoon for this olelongrooffan.


And a quick image of the St. Augustine lighthouse, because lighthouse.


And if this olelongrooffan was as witty as the esteemed Mr. Haining, you would be reading something rather clever here. But alas, I am not Mr. Haining.


But this olelongrooffan will say this about that. Driving down A1A between the nation’s oldest city and the Birthplace of Speed is a relaxing one.

Images Copyright Hooniverse 2014/longrooffan

  • marmer

    Surf Station: '54-ish Sunbeam Mark III with original Buick-esque hood vents. OK, don't see that every day.

  • lil-red

    Thanks LRF;
    As i have said before another bunch of interesting things we would never
    see if you didn't send them our way.

  • GTXcellent

    Longroof, seems you and I share a similar opinion when it comes to traveling – that the journey is just as fun as the destination (if not more so). Unfortunately, I don't get to get out and just drive as much as I used to. About the only traveling we get to do now is the 100 mile trip to the cabin – and to the bewilderment/amusement of the rest of my family, I know EVERY possible way to get there – including gravel.