What do we have here? / by Andrew Fails

I don't often go out to car shows, as I'd much rather drive cars, than look at them in a parking lot.  My major exception is Kansas City Cars and Coffee out at the Kansas City Automotive Museum.  There is always such an eclectic gathering, you never quite know what you're going to see.  The first event had a healthy showing by the local BMW group, but this month had a much more diverse mixture.

The car of the day seemed to be the Ford ST cousins.  I must have seen eight of the little hot hatches, both Fiestas and Focuses.  I've still never driven one, but every single person that I have ever heard mention them has just RAVED about how fun it is.  I am all about small cars that are just...fun.  A car can be an absolute riot to drive, even if it's not the most powerful thing in the world.  I mean, nobody drives a Miata because it's fast.

There was also a fantastic group of old British cars that morning.  I am a sucker for anything old and British, from Austin-Healeys, to Nortons, to Michael Caine.  For me, these cars also fall into the category of "slow, but fun".  Who cares if it isn't the fastest thing in the world? Who cares if sometimes the magic smoke leaks out, and it doesn't want to start?  It has a sense of occasion.  Every event becomes it's own little British adventure.  Except hopefully with less imperialism based racism.

In addition to those two packs, there was everything from the requisite M3s and Corvettes, to a pair of Lotuses, to a Cayman.

The rockstar of the day, however, was the Mosler MT900S.  I'm ashamed to admit that I honestly did not know what it was when I pulled up.  My first guess was some variety of Noble , or maybe a Saleen.  But this monster was even more rare than that.  Not the prettiest car in the world, but it certainly commands your attention.  Far and away the most raw car there.

Then the prancing ponies showed up.  Now, I'm not the biggest supporter of Ferrari's business practices as pointed out by Chris Harris a few years ago for Jalopnik. (Check out the article here.) But regardless of any questionable tactics, or personal biases, their machines are jaw-droppingly, pants-wettingly stunning.  Just rolling works of art and design.  I'd like to be the jaded pro photog' who has seen it all, and doesn't care, but they are all just staggering in their own way.  

 

And hats off to that little Beetle.  You stand your ground, little buddy.