Our wonderful city (Yorba Linda, CA) had a little car show of sorts this past weekend. I had other commitments during most of Saturday (Little League stufff) that precluded me from formally entering the judging. But with an hour to go I finally had some free time, so I fired up the beast and drove on over to check out the other cars there.
Hardly in the lot for 10 seconds and I was swamped with a crowd circling me. A friend I recognized motioned me over and I parked on the fringe of the "show area" right next to his gorgeous and fully back-halfed (tubbed) early Dodge truck.
I think I answered the question "Is it a replica?" probably 50 times. I wanted to rip the arm out of the socket of the pinhead who tapped the rear quarter with his rigid finger, with that look on his face that said "I'm checking to see if it's aluminum or not." What a d***.
Then another pinhead comes by with his 4 year old son. Junior was enjoying the car so much that Daddy allowed him to walk right on up and grab the top of the door as if he was peering over a neighbor's fence. I somehow held my cool and told the pinhead Pop that the sidepipes WILL burn his child, and just as he went to pull him aside, the kid got distracted and took off in another direction. Of course, the microfiber towel I keep behind the passenger seat came in handy at this moment!
I had heard these war stories from others (and many much worse), but to experience them first hand makes you want to spit nails.
The best compliment of the day came from one of the other attendees. He said "Good thing you got here late because that gives everyone else a chance to win...you would have cleaned house!"
Wow!
-Deano
Car show knuckleheads....
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