Car shows are a joke!

I go and see what interests me. If it's a new car, yet another '32 Ford fiberglass body with a Chevy smallblock, or a ricer, I'll generally ignore it and keep walking. Not my tastes, so I'll keep moving on. Like last year's Carlisle. After walking for miles we come around to the finned-era area. Pop starts b****in' at me. "Here we've been lookin' at all this modern stuff ['60 and '70s] and here's the cars that really interest me!" :-D

I've had some pretty good conversations at car shows. Been able to network, meet new people, talk cars in general.