| "...folks are wincing and pulling their children out of my path. " |
This brings us to My First Car Show. As said at the beginning, I have attended
countless car shows, but this was the first time I registered for one. This was a
local car show held at a school. The registration fee of $10.00 went to a very
worthy cause, so I did my charitable part and handed over the cash. I was given a
little bag of discount coupons and road maps. I drove my car from the registration
area and pulled around the building and entered the concourse.To my surprise, the first two rows contained vintage '50's and early '60's Corvettes. A whole bunch of them. As I am navigating my old Dodge between the maze of people and very expensive classic cars, I felt a sinking feeling. For starters, at that time, my car made a banging noise at low RPM. I needed to tweak the timing and replace a body screw that held down my AC line. So, as I am rolling through the crowd trying to find my "class", folks are wincing and pulling their children out of my path. I guess the combination of rusty bumpers and the "banging" sound made them nervous. I located my "class" area and backed in to a spot. Again, the "bang, bang, bang", made the folks around me stop polishing their glove box handles and rise up with a look of discontent. Ouch. I thought I was prepared; I expended two cans of Gunk Engine Brite within my engine compartment followed by a hardy blast of high-pressure water courtesy of the neighborhood Scrub-a-Dub. In addition, I actually waxed my bright red exterior. I drove this car through a New England winter and I felt it looked damn good for a "Daily Driver".  continued... |
