“Please Come to L.A. to live forever California life alone is just too hard to build I live in a house that looks out over the ocean And there’s some stars that fell from the sky Livin’ up on the hill Please come to LA”
— Dave Loggins, Please Come to Boston
Come for the pink DeLoreans, stay for the random “celebrity sightings.”
More importantly, it is the Beverly Hills Concours in just two short weeks. (AS if I needed an excuse.) What I do need is cash and a hotel room. Or a patron with a sofa
What better way to celebrate Father’s Day than by strolling down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. As it happened, Sunday was the Rodeo Drive Concours.
OK, full disclosure – this was not a chance meeting. We took a 4 day holiday from the blast furnace that is summer in Phoenix to hang out in milder climes with the beautiful people. And we were hoping against hope that the LaFerrari would make an appearance.
No such luck. We did see Bugatti no. 5. We also saw our first non-auction288GTO. As shows go, it was a filtered, condensed version of the monthly Cars and CoffeeHookers and Squirrels “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.” (Not the Penske sponsored crapfest – the real one.) Smaller than the Windgate festival of speed. Like both, it was strafed by similarly cool machines that didn’t want to linger.
Seeing it at the auction doesn’t count. It’s not quite seeing it in the wild, but at this point, the asset managers insist they be trailer queens. This is at least out in the open and not at some used car lot collector car auction.