I’ve been discussing some of my favorite cars I saw at this year’s Woodward Dream Cruise just two weeks ago. And it has taken a while (see Part I & Part II). Here’s a few more of my favorites. Continue reading
The river of chrome and cam cough that is the Woodward Dream Cruise carries upon its currents too much awesome to ever describe in full. So instead of trying to cover all of one of America’s biggest car shows, I’ve hand-picked just a few of my favorites, starting last week and ending on Friday.
You know that old fantasy: You buy a house on some property, and there, at the bottom of the hill is an ancient, rusting barn. You move in, unpack your stuff, get settled, but then the snow starts to fly, and you promise yourself you’ll clean out that nasty old barn with spring’s first thaw. Then you find a supercar under a tarp in there, and you wish you wouldn’t have waited so long.
That’s not quite what happened with the recent barn find of a 1972 Lancia Stratos, but we can all dream. Continue reading
I could almost see the Corvair’s paint fading as it baked under the July sun in the Costco parking lot. The lunar-module foil sunshield had been draped over the driver’s seat to keep it cool, because, of course, the top was down. I felt nothing but respect for the owner, even though the rust had begun to bleed through and the badges were peeling. Because it was clear he or she drove it pretty often, and daily driven classics are, to use a technical term, awesome. Continue reading
I tend to megaphone some of the car events I get to cover, like the Art of the Car Concours, the Greenwood Revival, and the Woodward Dream Cruise. And I should, since they’re the Ron Burgundys of my car show experience. They’re kindof a big deal. But go to any smaller, single-lot car show on a Saturday in July, and you’re just as likely to see something incredible.