I definitely wouldn’t say I am a ‘car person’. I like cars. I respect them. I like that they can get me from here to there. I even think some are beautiful. I know there is history and design behind every car on the road.
My husband is a car person. I have lots of friends that are car people. My son can say ‘car’ clear as a bell, even though he doesn’t say ‘mama’ yet (ouch). And, this weekend… I was at a wedding and I would say 95% of the guests were car people.
So much so, that our hotel was directly across from the Greenwich Concours d ‘ Elegance… and as guests of the wedding, we were given tickets to walk the show.
Much to my husband’s dismay, I saw lots of pretty cars… some green ones… some blue ones… and a lot of red ones. Makes, models, years… I got nothin’. But I know the big names were there – Jaguar, Ferrari, Aston Martin (we were there on the day of the European cars).
As I walked around this show, and took a few pictures, I couldn’t help but think… ‘what the hell am I doing at the Greenwich Concours…’ I am still not sure how I got there but I do know I got these pictures. Vroom vroom!