I moved out to California in late August 2002, just missing the 2002 Pebble Beach Concours. In 2003, my parents decided to visit in August, so I thought I would surprise them with tickets to the Concours that year (being a car family). Little did we know, General Motors had a suite by the judging platform. My dad was a career GM man, and made arrangements to get us into the suite....a tradition that lasted the next five years until GM took their government hand-out and stopped paying for the suite. In those five years, my dad and I were able to create many a memory together on the 18th fairway. Later on, his health prevented him from attending altogether. With his passing this July, I rekindled those memories, and thought it would be a good opportunity to make some memories with my 9 y/o son. Now that he's old enough where I don't need to be sweating him pulling off a side mirror to some cherished Delahaye or taking the golf clubs out of the side door of an Auburn. That and his ticket is free....at least until he turns 12!
Last Sunday I woke him up at 5:30am, to hop in the speedster and drive down to Monterey (a 2-hour drive). 95 miles into the 120-mile trip, I was proud I was able to properly prepare him with multiple layers (a t-shirt, pullover, fleece hoodie and a blanket). Unfortunately the last 25 miles bit us, providing dense fog and heavy moisture (enough to necessitate the use of the wipers) coupled with temps in the upper 40s. The type of wet cold that immediate gets deep into your bones, regardless of how many layers you are wearing. Not even a hot chocolate could warm him up, but we pressed on. We parked in a small lot along the famed 17-mile drive, still fogged in, and hopped the shuttle to the show. The 5-minute shuttle drive brought us from winter to summer. The lawn at Pebble Beach was drenched in sunlight, without a trace of fog. The temps climbed up 20+ degrees. Soon all the layers peeled off and we headed out to view the cars.
Attached is a sampling of the cars on the lawn, and the exhibition space outside. Mercedes pulled no punches with their display, bringing in some significant iron. The cars on the lawn did not disappoint, showcasing Packard, Maserati and "Wedge" design cars.
My son must have caught me drooling over the D-types and asked if I'd sell my family to own one, then was caught off guard by my pause.