Nevermind that you have 5 hours of driving through the Jundland Wastes. The destination is worth it.
What better way to celebrate Father’s Day than by strolling down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. As it happened, Sunday was the Rodeo Drive Concours.
OK, full disclosure – this was not a chance meeting. We took a 4 day holiday from the blast furnace that is summer in Phoenix to hang out in milder climes with the beautiful people. And we were hoping against hope that the LaFerrari would make an appearance.
No such luck. We did see Bugatti no. 5. We also saw our first non-auction 288GTO. As shows go, it was a filtered, condensed version of the monthly
Cars and Coffee Hookers and Squirrels “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.” (Not the Penske sponsored crapfest – the real one.) Smaller than the Windgate festival of speed. Like both, it was strafed by similarly cool machines that didn’t want to linger.
…your father’s Olsdmobile, if your father is Ken Schoeb.
Ken is a guy one of our shooters met at the [crappy radio station] car show in Glendale today. This is Ken’s car. It was the only one like it at the show. Match that with ’55-57 Chevys or Tbirds. Ken is an army vet, if I heard correctly. He seemed to be as well preserved as his 1959 Oldsmobile 98.
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