A few days ago, while my brother and I were taking a drive, we happened upon a sign posted on a chainlink fence a few towns over that read: “Classic Car Show/July 11th/Blue Hill Fairgrounds”. Since both of us are great lovers of cars, and since we’re currently in an area with about as much cool metal as California has water, Donald Trump brain cells, myself any sense of modesty, etc, we checked it out this past weekend.

(The blue C6 is a Lingenfelter that runs a 9 second 1/4 at 140.)

We’re currently living in rural Maine (otherwise known as Maine), and car culture up here is typically centered around American iron. It’s funny how depending upon your location, you’ll tend to see certain types of classics more than others. American classics are big up here for a few reasons. The first would be cost— people up here aren’t rich, so if they’re springing for a luxury item, which a classic car is, they’ll be looking at the lower end of the market. Since America produced so many examples of what is now considered desirable, and since they were inexpensive to begin with, they end up being affordable 30, 40, or 50 years down the line. Basically, what we’ve got is a population of people that grows up with these cars, rarely leaving the country (or even county) to experience other cultures, and thus buys what they are familiar with. Patriotism may come into play a little bit as well— but that’s small town life for ya.


The more I think about it, the more I realize that if you’re not growing up with the money and the free time to be able to travel, there’s no way to expose yourself to other kinds of car cultures. It is truly a luxury and a privilege to be able to do so, and I really can’t fault anyone here for sticking with what they know. There were a few exception— a beautiful DeLorean, an orange Porsche 914, some MGs, etc— but not many.

(The rear end of a 1971 Challenger that may have been slightly modified.)


(The front end of the same Challenger. The owner said it was all stock. A/C Cobra replica in the background!)

(1996/7 Charger. That roof line is absolutely incredible.)


(Pretty sure this is a 1967 GTO. 1965 is my favorite year for these guys, but this was a beaut.)

(1969 Camaro SS with an engine that could be in MoMA)


(Enough chrome to please the boys from Mad Max FR.)

There were a bunch of other great cars that I wish I had gotten pictures of (a blood red 1940s Mack truck with beautiful chrome detailing and retro-lettering comes to mind), but there’s something to be said for enjoying the moment through your own two eyes, instead of with your face in a phone.