So I’ve been traveling a lot and decided to go to a couple of car shows. Why not—its 110 degrees on asphalt parking lots. First I travel 65 miles to Mr Jefferson’s (can I even say that anymore?) Charlottesville campus in the Pista, a car I may love more than life itself. It got scant attention and raves from the few who knew what the hell it was.
Circle back to Richmond and stop by an event at NAPA in the GT and the seas parted as I drove in. I took a spot between 2 beautiful 60s muscle cars but was asked to bring the car out to the middle of the show so more people could see it. Never driven a better car than the Pista, but never owned a more gorgeous design than the GT. Pretty amazing.
Circle back to Richmond and stop by an event at NAPA in the GT and the seas parted as I drove in. I took a spot between 2 beautiful 60s muscle cars but was asked to bring the car out to the middle of the show so more people could see it. Never driven a better car than the Pista, but never owned a more gorgeous design than the GT. Pretty amazing.