Drove into the little town I live near in central Illinois to get some batteries from the local Ace Hardware.
Unexpectedly, the downtown was filled with collector cars, mostly antique muscle, for a diabetes benefit car show. Figured, what the heck and pulled into line to enter, called the missus to tell her this chore would take a little longer than expected and parked the car among the other 120 cars there.
Wiped the speedster down with the instant detailer I keep in it, and walked the show.
Two german cars in the whole thing, a new Cayman S, and our speedster.
Went back and answered questions about the speedster. Most common was "What is that?" followed by "How do you get the engine under the (front)hood?" followed closely by "Is it a real car?"
What a hoot.
Didn't stick around for the awards, but I suspect most of the attendees are still scratching their heads about the car. Great people, but this is a small midwestern farming community and it's about either John Deere equipment or American Muscle. God Bless America!
Guy with the Cayman acted as though I had rabies. Probably had his truss on too tight.
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