I remember going to local car shows back in the mid 90s, and thinking how badly I wanted to have a car nice enough to be in shows, never mind the fact that I was an ultra-broke college student who could barely afford to live.
Then one day, as I was leaving a local car show after the award ceremony, I stopped at a gas station not more than a quarter mile away, and it hit me. Right up the street was this seemingly big event happening, and right here, the people didn't know and likely didn't care.
So what would have been the point of it all? All the time, effort, money, etc, and who would even ever know or care?
I haven't given a damn about car shows ever since. I'm the only one who has to like my needs-a-paint-job-and-metal-work 1973 Duster, and that's all that matters.
Even when I did think car shows were something special, I'd see people in their 60s sitting in a lawn chair behind their car, under an umbrella. For a good 4-6 hours straight, which was never my idea of a good time or a way to spend a saturday.