A perfect Friday night for a cruise-in! Only one problem -- to get there in time to get a good place in the parking lot you have to be there by 4:30 p.m.! I brought my Porsche 911, but by the time I got there -- around 5:45 p.m., I was relegated off on the periphery far away from the action and the main stream of visitors. Of course the asses that save spots by placing lawn chairs in spots didn't help matters ( these folks tend to be more than a bit cliquish), but still one has to wonder concerning some of these folks. It seems to me that while there are plenty of younger followers, most of the people who are showing cars are older gray hairs -- that is if they are lucky and have hair at all, like myself. It is the older guys who have the time and the money to sink thousands into a hot rod, or just buy one already done, whether it be a real one or a fiberglass replica. Hot rodding started out after WWII as a poor-man's hobby, but it has become a pastime for the folks who either ahve money or spend a larger than they probably should portion of their budget on chrome and fancy accessories. Only a percentage of these cars are really well designed and road wrothy. They will beat you up on a long trip, and actually often more comical than elegant. Why spend all this money -- to attract girls? I doubt it for these geezers.
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