06 Oct 2017
The Antique Automobile Club of America’s based in Hershey, so naturally they’re holding
I don’t usually visit car shows, but a fellow commentor at James Lilek’s Bleat blog (hi, watchwayne!) said he was going to have a table there, so why not walk down and see what’s happening.
Watchwayne and I never met up; he was away from his table and I only had a few hours to be there (I also, stupidly, did not bring a phone along. My fault entirely.). So I spent time walking around.
That’s not even a big chunk of the 9,000 vendors there.
Anything that had anything to do with American car culture could be found here. Restored vehicles, unrestored pieces of junk, car parts, interstate signs, road maps, magazine covers. It looked like a Wal-Mart lot after the dystopia hits. There were the pros with professionally mounted displays.
Then parts that look like something Mal Reynolds would drop into Serenity.
Lileks’ father operated a Texaco station, so I couldn’t resist getting a shot of this sign.
“Dear, we have an RV the size of our first apartment. Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s sit in a parking lot for four days holding a yard sale.”
We live in a rich country, folks.
Remember road maps? When my eldest went to Baltimore with friends, guess who was the only one who could read a road map to the con? GPS is making us dumber.
One of my favorite offerings was a restored 1925 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. The steering wheel shows what you needed to know about the engine in order to drive it.
And that was my day at the park. I hope you found time to see something new.