Some travel with stuffed animals in the back seat. Others have stuffed their kids back there. The younger ones seem delighted to be the centre of attention, but one teenage lass looks miserable. Cars park diagonally along closed streets, turning them into galleries of automotive art. Spiffed up and Simonized, four-wheel masterpieces glow in the midday sun.
Owners often sit beside their possessions.
Proud as parents, some show scrapbooks depicting the rebirth of their prized restorations. I shuffle through waves of gawking humanity. We all seem drawn to different cars from divergent decades. A sun lover, I like the topless sports cars from the '50s and '60s. Others prefer stock coupes and sedans of the '40s.