There’s a big old car auction coming to town and for some completely irrational reason I want to go. I lie to anyone who asks and claim it’s just because I’m curious. However, the fact of the matter is a lot of the inventory has no reserve and I have this silly notion that something may appear on the sales floor that I need to have parked in my driveway.
See for yourself—even non-car fanatics could find something on this line list that would get their heart pumping. To make the situation even worse, I actually had an opportunity to see a couple of the cars being delivered to the back door of the local expo center. There’s no logical explanation for this madness—especially for a guy who rides a bike to work most days. Is it similar to drug addiction? Maybe an obsessive fine art collector? I can’t say for sure, but I must confess I had a dream last night about the ’60 Chevy pictured below.