I was invited by a dear friend with some passes to join him and a few other close friends at the Barrett Jackson Collector Cars Auction. If you don't know what this is you can either google it or watch for when it airs on the Speed Channel. For those of you who know what it is or watch it and Gamble on how much a car is going to sell for know how cool it is.
It was my first time there so I'll lay out the event for you. You pull off the highway and the dirtiest crackhead / tweaker combos that you have ever seen greet you in the street wearing a reflective vest and waiving a little orange flag. Some you could see on their face that if they didn't get high soon, someone was getting smacked and others who must have only recently gotten high walked up to your window to talk at each "security check point" and direct your vehicle in a manner conducive to controlling flow of traffic. Mind you this was halfway through the very last day. We valet parked the truck for $20 so that we didn't have to walk 2 miles from the dirt parking lot and go back through tweaker alley on foot! As you approach the main gate and entry doors the quality of degenerates working there goes up 10 fold. You could see that these were your average alcoholic, coke fiends. The best of the best of sleaze bags gets to work inside the event and clean the porta jons and such. It's always nice to have some cleaned up street person standing there watching you pee. Anyway, once you have survived the freak show to enter you walk in and Ford has the corner of the tent with the new Boss Mustangs and they are pretty sick. These come with two sets of keys, one for normal driving and the other key, when put into the ignition the car then becomes a race car, wild!
They also had one hell of a neon sign selection there. From 1930's original signs to some incredible re-pops and let's face it folks, neon is on my list of ALL THINGS COOL! I just love neon signs.
There was however a very sad note to the event. You could feel it the moment you walked up to the front gate of Westworld. The women were lined up everywhere. At first my friend says " wow, there are a great deal more women into cars then I thought"... I just started laughing. They were not there to find a car or to find a great deal on a new oil painting of fruit, because they had them for sale there, they were there shopping alright. Perhaps shopping may not be the best way to describe it, HUNTING and GATHERING was much more like it. These ladies may have driven up in an old Toyota Camry but they were planning on leaving on a Jet or a private helicopter, at the least a limo, hell even a decent clean taxi would do this late in the game. You could see these older ladies completely covered with "bling" and mid sized heels being closely followed by the younger ladies with heels so high I didn't know how they could walk much less run. You could feel the desperation to find a "catch" at the auction. You would see guys getting the long hard looks up and down as they walked by the ladies. The ladies must have some type of scanner hidden that was running credit reports as each potential sugar daddy walked on past. Each time that the girls would walk away to use the Homeless guy maintained bathroom or to shop, we would immediately have a gaggle of women around us, then the girls would return and the ladies would just step away. Imagine how bad it had to be for them to be hanging around the likes of us? My God, ladies, the ones of you alone out there in this economy shopping for your billionaire, ( millionaire's don't really count anymore) I feel for you, pickings are slim and competition is ferocious..... all I can say is hang in there and keep on fighting the good fight.
See ya down the road!