In my experience, the old car scene is made up of some of the nicest folks you’ll ever hope to meet. And also some of the most opinionated. While I’m personally a big fan of sit-around-and-shine-the-hood car shows, I spent the better part of Saturday with a group of guys who believe the best way to enjoy the old machines is to drive them.
“I love this shit!” we overheard a guy say as everyone headed toward their vehicles to start the trek.
I was fortunate enough to have my parents along for the ride. My dad won’t take credit for being a great mechanic, but he is—which brought tremendous peace of mind to the driver (me). If something went wrong, which seemed highly likely in a 63-year-old car, I’d at least have a calm voice to walk me through the next steps. My mom was the co-pilot and head of conversation for most of the trip. She skillfully executed both tasks with amazing precision considering the drive was almost entirely made up of two-lane back roads none of us had ever been on before.
This year’s first annual Hot Rod Hundred was a day I’ll always remember. Partly because it was fun and partly because the old car made it to the end without any major issues. Sitting here right now, it’s easy to see how this “hobby” becomes a way of life.