I attended the 2011 Hilton Head Island Concours with my Beaufort, SC, club as part of "Car Club Day", which is always held on Saturday, with the wicked-fancy judged Concours held on Sunday. I parked alongside a dirt access road that had golf carts occasionally running up and down, shuttling people to the various tents. The car next to me was the black, 2000 Corvette of a fellow club member. He was brushing that thing off about every 15-20 minutes with a California Car Duster, while I dusted my pearl white car once, just before the Spectator judging started. This was in the days when I still had my sheepskin seat covers, but the rest of the car was about what it is today.
Anyway, to my surprise (because I almost never enter it into a judged show) I won "Best European Convertible" by the show spectators:
So I drove down that same dusty cart path to the pavilion and the blue-shirt guy asks me to tell about my car so I told the crowd that it was a replica of a '57 Porsche, built on a '69 VW sedan chassis with a 2-liter engine. Nice applause, and he hands me a plaque which now sits in my "Car-Guy" room, alongside Carlisle stuff.
Right after I got back to my parking space with my plaque, this old guy, who owned a 356 coupe that I had looked at earlier, comes running over, gets right in my face and says; "YOU should give that award back. THIS is not a REAL Porsche, it's a KIT CAR!"
"Pardon me", I said, turning, "but I want to get something under the seat". I wandered over, reached under the seat (Honest-to-God, this is South Carolina - he must have thought I was going to pull out a gun, or something) and came back with my SC registration, which I held right up to his nose to show him that it is a "1969 Volkswagen Convertible - Color - White", and exactly what I told the crowd, over the PA system, when I accepted the award.
"Listen, bud, I've never said this was a Porsche and I won a S-p-e-c-t-a-t-o-r award because normal people thought it was prettier than your rust bucket, which it is, so get back over there to your car before some kids wipe their Yukon bars on it."
About then, I thought the guy's head was gonna explode. He gets all red (his ears were actually turning purple), straightens his shirt, turns in a huff and walks straight back to his rust bucket, never looking back. I turn around and the two guys with the 'Vette both have HUGE SEGs and are clapping and waving their California Duster.
Epilog:
Since that time I've found that my Pearl White Speedster is a "Chick Magnet", especially for those between 12 and 50 - who knew? It is also a "Guy Magnet" for gnarly, tattooed, Biker-types. Took me a while to figure that one out, but discovered that a lot of those guys work in auto body or bike shops and they like it for the 3-part, be'atch-to-put-on-right, beautiful paint. Didn't see that one coming.......