On the way home from Monterey Grant thought it would make for a fun detour to stop at Carmel because they were having a vintage car show. I said okay sure and off we went. I had never been before but I had heard of the city and vaguely knew that it had a sort of ritzy vibe to it. Let's just say ritzy is an understatement. Picture, if you will, a quaint little town nestled into the rolling Redwood cloaked hills of central California. Cute brick lined streets and wood roof buildings and a Louis Vuitton store next to a Tiffany's Store next to a Gucci store. SO bizarre.
Anyway, I guess it made sense to have this car show in Carmel. There were a lot of what I assumed to be rich dad car enthusiasts milling around as well as plenty of foreign vacationers. Finding parking was interesting. Imagine all of the jerk drivers in porsche's congregating in one area, all looking for a parking spot. Yeah.
I'm not an automobile enthusiast at all but I will say it was cool to see all of the really nice vintage cars. It's safe to say that both Grant and I fell in love with the dark green Plymouth station wagon. Talk about tricking your car out! I thought that the stickers on the car were vintage but it turns out they're vintage reproduction travel decals and I found the guy who sells them! I definitely plan on ordering a few and switching them out through the year.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go stuff my face with Trader Joe's brownies and re-watch some Workaholics.