On Saturday just past (the 28th of November to be precise) there was what I would call a “typical” Car Show, held in Invercargill. Gone are the days where people bring out there well looked after cars that they’ve owned forever. It seems in the US car scenes side of things that the majority of the show ponies are recent imports, bought from the US for relatively cheap and then flicked to some poor sap who doesn’t have the ability to import the car themselves and as such is willing to pay an horrific premium because of it.
I pulled up to the gates in my recently acquired Japanese Classic. It received exactly the reception I had anticipated. Contempt. However being that this is a small backwards, hick town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, I would have been surprised at anything else. The man at the gates looked down his nose and pointed me toward the car park. I parked amongst a mix of modern Aussie plastic fodder as would be expected at such a gig and dragged my partner along with me into the “show” area, where she then had to endure me attempting to take at least two photos of each car worth photographing that was there as well as my usual mix of detail photos. A select few of the results are as such;
Impala vs. Mustang
