When I was a little girl, my father promised that when I was ten, he would take me on a trip to whatever city I chose. I told him that we’d visit Paris, the city of my dreams. When I turned ten, he asked me if my bags were packed for Paris and I responded “Yes… but,” “But what?” You can just imagine the look on his face. “It’s just that I’ve changed my mind. I would really like to go to Pebble Beach.” Before explaining my reasons for Pebble Beach, I’ll let you in on something: my father is car-crazy, He loves all cars. He also feels it’s really important not to impose his passions on me, or influence me in that way at all, but since we spend so much time together, I’ve learned to love them too.
I’d heard so much about the Concours d’Elegance in California, a gathering of the rarest, most beautiful cars anywhere, that I didn’t hesitate for one second. I told myself that this was absolutely the coolest vacation I could ever take with my dad.
I loved our trip. I was thrilled to see so many beautiful cars in one place. The atmosphere was special, the people were really nice, and some even brought their dogs. What impressed me the most though, were the exorbitant sums people paid for the cars that were auctioned off.