This past weekend ended the 2012 running of the Barrett Jackson auto auction in Scottsdale, Arizona. This isn’t like the one in Vegas or Orange County, California taking only 2 days with only a handfull of cars. This is the mother of all automobile auctions, running for an entire 7 day week. Imagine your county fair. Now, replace all of the FFA/high school science class/art exhibits with cool cars. And don’t put in a midway. And quadruple the food offerings.
That’s Barrett Jackson. And for the first time in my life, I got to go.
Not having a spare few hundred thousand dollars burning a hole in my pocket, I was there only has a spectator. Took my camera, walked around, had a coffee and a funnel cake. It was pretty awesome. But, not because of the funnel cake.
This is a very nice example of a 1960 Chevrolet Impala 2 Door Coupe. It was very clean and from what I could tell, very stock. I didn’t catch the sell price because I really couldn’t be bothered. But I did snap a pic to send to Dad, whose first car was a 1960 Chevrolet Impala 2 Door Coupe. A car I have heard about my whole life. A car that, at one point, couldn’t be beat on Whittier Blvd. A car that had more rear-ends and intake/carb combinations than I can remember. All of them great stories and helped to fuel my love for automobiles.
But it was more than this car. It was all of the cars. It was all of the other car guys that were there, walking around with their kids or grand kids, showing off their first car, or sharing memories generated by that ’67 Chevelle. I’ve never been to a place where I see so many smiles on people that were just walking around, myself included.
Sure that sounds pretty romantic for a silly car show, but that’s my take away. It’s why I’m still a car guy. Cars, much like music or the smell of a certain perfume, can trigger memories long ago forgotten. I can’t wait for next year either! Not because I hope to afford that really nice ’73 Classic Mini (because I’m sure I can’t). I’m hoping to find my first car. Now that one I might buy!