Back when I lived in Rye, New York, when my art car needed service, I took it to the excellent mechanics at Davis Bros. Service Center. The proprietor, Eddie Shaw, is active in the local branch of the Kiwanis Club, and he said I ought to put my car in the big annual car show that they sponsor. But I hesitated. Although I consider my 1967 Imperial to have retained its identity as a classic car in spite of the artwork, not everyone in the old car hobby takes such a liberal view of it. Eddie said it was sure to be a hit though, so I decided to go ahead and see what would happen.
It was a beautiful September day in Harbor Island Park in Mamaroneck, New York. I joined a long line of marvellous cars waiting to get onto the show grounds — shiny Thunderbirds, Mustangs, '57 Chevys, old Camaros, Model Ts, roadsters with rumble seats...
When I got to the head of the line, the guy at the gate chuckled, ran his hand over the yarn, and scratched his head for a moment, trying to decide what category my car belonged in. He finally declared it to be a Custom Car, and I was directed to the appropriate section of the grounds. Each driver was given a paper sign reading PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH, to be put in the windshield. With a marker, I altered mine.
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