As a rule, I don’t go to enthusiast shows, whether they’re car shows, dog shows, home shows or wine shows. Firstly, I don’t consider myself to be an enthusiast—AKA people who only talk about one thing. Of course, enthusiast behavior isn’t limited to car shows, and if I were ever invited to a Victoria’s Secret show, I would certainly go—but I don’t think there’s a lot of talking there, despite all the enthusiasts.
Second, looking at cars is like thinking about exercising – the wrong verb with the right noun. You do exercise. And you drive cars. Looking at a bunch of stationary cars makes me weep for the cold oil, quiet gears, and non-squealing tires.
But… with every rule comes exceptions, and there are a few car shows definitely worth attending. Most have famous names: Goodwood, Monterey, Amelia Island. But another car show snuck up on me: The 38th Annual Shelby American Automobile Club National Convention. Which needs a shorter name.
There were enthusiasts of course, but nobody was all googly-eyed and drooling. Except me. I was drooling because there were more original Shelby Cobras and Mustangs than I knew existed (as the old joke goes: “only 562 were made, and all 600 are here”) but all the examples were 100% genuine, and amazing.
How about a completely unrestored original 289 Cobra? How about one that the present owner bought new? How about the very one that was Read More »from Curb your enthusiasm: Legendary Shelby cars come together for annual convention