Thursday, August 21, 2014

AUTOS: Ferrari leads the way in Monterey...



Ironically, or is I-T Karmically? As I was putting the finishing touches upon my long lost story 'bout my debutant Monterey Historics outing two decades ago; SHUHZAMM! I stumbled into the news first  upon the Detroit News Automobiles section Friday morning proclaiming that a Ferrari 250 GTO had sold the previous day in Monterey for a record price of $38m; Aye Karumba!


While there were classic cars galore to gawk over during the Monterey Historics weekend, with Carmel getting in on the action too...


With a smattering of exotic cars to watch for listed in;

As the headline says I-T all in;

And there were other classics to gawk at during the motoring portion of Pebble Beach's Concours, when participants actually drive 'em round the Monterey peninsula...

RETRO: Monterey Historics1994 - 20yrs later - Fini!



1994 Pebble Beach Concours de Elegance program. (The Tomaso Collection)
Continuing on with this magnificent trek to California's fertile grounds of A-L-L things automotive, my mind  was about to be even more overwhelmed than the previous day's outing at Concourso Italiano!

Saturday, August 27, 1994

Today I’m off for Laguna Seca raceway! From my nearby motel, I take Reservation Blvd to the back gate, which leads through desolate Fort Ord. Passing the “shuttered” barracks, the two lane twisty road encourages those in front of me to begin driving at qualifying speeds before reaching the ticket-takers.

Leaving the “Bow-wow” mobile (Chevy Corsica) high above the racetrack on a steep grassy knoll, I walk across a foot bridge towards the Paddock area. Inside the giant Ferrari display tent awaits a wondrous sight! Three mid-sixties Ferrari P330’s and three million dollar IMSA 333SP (Sports Prototype) racecars sit parked in the classic dash across the track Le Mans start formation; Aye Karumba! With one wall behind the six 'Mega AWESOME gleaming Scuderia rosso scarlet-red cars containing a gigantic wall mural of the Rolex 24. (Daytona 24hrs)

A small selection of Ferrari’s current street cars sit on display inside the tent: A brand new 456GT and two 355’s sit alongside each other, while a lone red 512TR sits orphaned in the corner, with more early machinery also residing nearby.

In the middle of the tent a 250LM sits parked with “le piece de la resistance!” As a large throng of spectators hover around the 1990 Alain Prost 641 F1 chassis. Standing alongside it, I mumble to myself how small & low-slung these rocket-sled’s are. (They look much larger on TV!) And that’s just the main display tent on the premises.

Cruising the paddock area, I’m floored by the number of vintage racecars on site… Including what appears to be a sea of Ferraris!

My favourite row features three fabulous 512F's Sports Prototypes, i.e.; those NASTY Ferrari's that hounded the all conquering Porsche 917 Panzerwagon's! As there’s a red Parks/Pescarolo car behind my absolute all time favorite Ferrari sports racer: The No. 6 Sonoco blue liveried Penske Mark Donohue/David Hobbs Le Mans chassis; HOLY CRAP!!! While further along the paddock I spot the ex-Clay Regazzoni 312 F1 chassis when walking through row after row of exotic machinery...

Noticing a gaggle of Shelby’s, I stop and briefly chat with Shelby GT 350  vintage racer John McClintock (Puyallup, WA) before checking out three Cobra’s parked next to McClintock’s and Jim Shield’s GT-350’s..

Next I cross over the “Flinstone” (Firestone) footbridge to the “Manufacture's Midway” to peruse the assorted vendor booths. Before lunch I climb up the steep hill which you need to hike in order to reach the famous Corkscrew turn. You know: The corner where Alex Zanardi would complete an astounding off road “bonsai” pass on the final lap to beat Bryan Herta a few years later, in what is known in Open Wheel Racing parlance simply as "The Pass!" As this breathtaking maneuver culminated with Championship Auto Racing Teams (CART) creating the “Zanardi” rule," i.e.; not being allowed to pass with all 4-wheels off of the racetrack!

And what a most impressive corner, indeed! Screaming up the hill, Racer’s aim for a tree while entering the blind crest that leads into the Corkscrew. Then the cars plunge down the 3-story undulating drop towards the pits… As the view is fantastic from here also.

I watch the lunchtime activities of Ferrari parade laps which seem to feature many production model Ferrari’s including two F-40’s. Then over the PA system I listen to the interview with 2 time F1 World Champion Niki Lauda. (Hmm? Apparently they didn’t wish to mention his 3rd title since it was in a McLaren-Porsche, eh?) about his Ferrari consultancy job and what he thinks about Ferrari’s recent win in the German Grand Prix?

A Brace of Awesome scarlet red Scuderia Ferrari Sports Prototype sit poised for action inside Monterey Historics "Big Top" tent. (The Tomaso Collection)
Niki claims he’s never been to Laguna Seca before. So, I’ll take the 456 out to learn where the lefts & rights are… Then I’ll drive my ex-F1 car around a few times.

It’s really fun watching Niki pound around. On the second time through the Corkscrew, Lauda is hard on the gas… And the sound of the 456’s front air dam can be heard massively scraping the FIA curbing. Niki’s hard on the accelerator, shifting gears with tires squealing in search of adhesion…All this while Niki’s chauffeuring 3 very fortunate guests while learning the track’s layout; Hooah!

Next Niki drives his first Ferrari winning F1 car for 2-laps, as nothing sounds quite like the wail of a Ferrari F1 Flat-12 motor! As Lauda was at the controls of his ex-312B3 Ferrari he'd driven to his debutant Formula 1 win at the 1974 Spanish Grand Prix at Jarama...

Afterwards the Saturday race sessions begin with the oldest, “slowest” race groups. Afterwards, the first 2 races are followed by two Ferrari tribute laps for Luigi Chinetti where a Ferrari 206 SP grinds it’s nose by running too close to the Corkscrew’s curbing!

The next race sees Phil Hill flogging someone else’s poor Bugatti! Every time by, the Bugatti’s tyres squeal loudly in protest from Phil trying to go too fast! With another of the multitude of celebrities on hand, “Blackjack” (Sir Jack Brabham) participates in the racing - while Phil Hill jumps into a Ferrari 212 and simply “motor’s” away from the next race group.

Group 5A provides the best racing action of the day. A 1958 Ferrari 250 TR spins in the Corkscrew. While trying to save the car, the driver vainly overcorrects and spins another three times across the entire track before coming to a complete halt!

Close-up of 'Regga's (Clay Regazzoni) Ferrari F1 racecar during a time when Formula 1 front  wing assemblies were much simpler! (The Tomaso Collection)
Finally it’s time for my favourite race group, Group 7A: 1966-83 Formula One cars! (Saturday’s final event) Where else can you hear the sweet sounds of three Ferrari 12-cylinder engines singing staccato? Bruce McCaw is piloting the ex-Niki Lauda 1976 312T2. David Livingston drives his ex-Jacky Ickx 1969 312 with another ex-Lauda 1973 312B3 in tow... As these 3 Musketeer’s are chased by another dozen + Cosworth DFV V-8 powered chassis. What a truly wonderful site!

On lap-4 while entering the Corkscrew side by side, a March dices with a Ferrari. The March gets totally “crossed-up,” inducing a lurid spiral down the hill and ending on the opposite side of the track…
Upon driving back to the motel totally “jazzed: from the day’s activities, I decide another venture to Monterey is required. Approaching Seaside on Highway 1, I slow down to allow oncoming traffic to merge. A red Ferrari 328 GTB darts directly in front of me… Dumbfounded by the sight of the Ferrari, I quickly roll down the window. While savoring the sounds of the V-8, I find it extremely bemusing to watch the 328 effortlessly vanish from my sight while accelerating to 100+ mph when trying to follow it!

Sunday, August 28

This morning I’m up very early (5:30AM) to beat the crowds to Pebble Beach Concours de Elegance. Out in the motel’s parking lot, I take a long look over the strangest looking Ferrari I’ve seen the entire weekend. It’s a “one-off” aluminum bodied prototype 2 seater barchetta named Conciso; built on a steel tube frame chassis and powered by a Ferrari 3.2 liter Quattrovalve V-8...

I drive through the morning fog towards Carmel, turning onto the famous 17 mile drive and follow the twisting two-lane road past mansions galore, with “Beemer’s, (BMW's) Mercedes-Benz’s and Jaguar’s parked in their driveways. As I follow the road down to the golf course on the ocean and I’m there!

The parking lot is filled with Ferrari’s, Porsche’s, Pantera’s, etc. Passing by the golf pro shop and other building’s I arrive at the concept car display.

There’s four Chrysler’s, three mid-1980’s Ford Ghia’s and the Bentley Java still under cover. There’s also six priceless Ferrari’s on display, while parked on the manicured lawns is that silver “loaner” Ferrari 456GT that Niki Lauda “flogged” the previous day at Laguna Seca!

Onto Pebble Beaches 18th hole, I walk through the most awesomely pristine gathering of early 1950’s-60’s Ferrari’s I’ve ever seen! What? This Ferrari is from Medina, WA. And look there’s another Ferrari from Medina and it’s even got (license) plates on it...

Next, I walk past three people furiously polishing a bare aluminum Bugatti: Type 51/57? While alongside sits a blue Bugatti Type 31.

After drooling over the Ferrari’s and Bugatti’s I check out a row of Pegaso's. Hmm? What’s a Pegaso? Only 86 of these Spanish built sports cars were constructed. And I really prefer the four dual-carb weber stacks arrangement over the single supercharger option, although it’s much rarer. And although I’ve never seen a Pegaso, they’re really beautiful cars and they seem to resemble the late 1950’s Ferrari 250 SWB berlinetta...

Then I walk through the AFAS tent (Automotive Fine Arts Society) and marvel over the awesome artwork! My favourite is the 3-foot X 5-foot acrylic on canvas dark blue Viper GTS by Jay Koka for the ultra low price of $4,800.00; SHEISA!

Back out into the glorious California sunshine, I peruse the big “stodgy-podgy” trans-ocean liners… The rarefied “Grey Poupon-High Society” selection is flaunted by Duesenberg's, Cords and Cadillac V-16’s, while I’m enamored by an Auburn Boatail, but my enthusiasm quickly wanes as I approach a row of vintage MG’s. It’s tough work being a jaded, awestruck spectator after 3 Fantastic days of mind-blowing exotic automobiles, Eh!

Sensory overload seems to have aflicted me after “eye-balling” the most awesome gathering of exotic Italian machinery I’ve ever seen at once, with Saturday’s racetrack action being nothing to snicker at either!

There, at Laguna Seca, the president of Ferrari Club of North America speculated that this must be the largest gathering of Ferrari’s at once… When asked how many? He replied” Oh about a ton and a half! As in 1,050 or 1,500? Correct! 1,500+ Ferrari’s attending this weekend’s events; SHEISA!

I make one last sweep through the Ferrari’s and notice how somehow the Chrysler & Ford concept cars seem “ordinary?" While the car cover has been pulled off of the Bentley Java. (concept car) What an awesome machine!

Recall this was the era when Chrysler was a wholly owned car company, i.e.; before Mercedes, Cerberus Capital and Fiat owned it! Along with when Ford owned Jaguar and Aston Martin plus Cosworth, which to Mwah, were much brighter Days...

And Bentley wasn't owned by current parent company BMW, nor was  Bugatti under the control of VW yet; as ironically, Bentley and bugatti have been rivals since their beginnings...

Leaving the event, somehow jumping back into theChebbie' (Corsica) rental car seems anti-climatic as I hurriedly drive back to San Jose, or is it San Hose? Hya! To pick up Marcus at Shirley’s house. Dropping off the rental car, we check in and fly home.

Do I have to leave? Surely the weekend can’t be over…

Aftermath

Coincidently after returning from Monterey, I notice that my September ’94 Sports Car International (SCI) magazine seems to coincide with the just concluded events attended.

The cover features the Ferrari 355 - and the words “Maranello Baby Grows Up,” spouts the headline. The 355’s MSRP = $125,000…  (Apparently this was prior to the F1 version; The 1st production Ferrari to feature Formula One paddle shifting)

Ferrari 355 Specs
  • 3.5 liter V-8: 5 valves per cylinder. 6 speed manual transmission.
  • 280bhp @ 8,250 RPM. 0-60mph = 5.6 seconds. Top Speed = 183 mph.

Next up in the magazine, Crestley Crewe’s Missile: This year's sensational show car; The Bentley Java. While in the very back of the SCI rag' I notice an article on “Guess Who?” Bernd Michalak Work studio's Conciso… Hey, that’s the same funky car I saw in my motel’s parking lot!

This Michalak Conciso prototype/show car cost approx. $150,000 and the Conciso’s curb weight = 2,150lbs. It’s Ferrari 3.2 liter DOHC V-8 pumping out 270bhp @ 7,000 RPM's propels it from 0-60mph in 5.8 seconds, with a top speed of 151mph; WOW! As this car was supposed to make it’s debut at Laguna Seca… Wonder what next year’s show will do to top this event?

Epilogue
Ironically, unbeknownst to Mwah; I would meet & stay at Shirley’s house 10yrs later when Marcus and I visited for 10-days during our RUSh 30th Anniversary concert extravaganza in 2004...

Having long since surrendered my most prized possession, my Driver's license due to my faltering eyesight, Shirley had Mark drive us to Carmel, Monterey and Oceanside in her 1986 Jaguar XKE! Hey, if Yuhs can't drive  NO more, than at least Y'all should travel in style, right? As this is the last time I've been to some of my most cherished automotive hunting grounds! As I really need to go back again - pronto!

And as typical in life, much has changed over the past  20yrs, including Concorso Italiano apparently outgrowing the Quail Lodge, or was it finances? As there's a different car show held there now - and quite a bit pricier! While Concorso Italiano has moved to Fort Ord.

Also, it's not called the Monterey Historics anymore,  since Steve Earle sold out 'N retired, with the event now being known as the Monterey Motorsports Reunion instead.

And the Pebble Beach Concours de Elegance, which should be experienced at least once has more than tripled in price since I attended; YIKES! As I know I've got my ticket stub that I seem to recall paying $80 for. (Or at the very most I paid $100) But don't have the time, inclination or effort to hunt for it... With 2014 event Pre-sale tickets now setting you back 275 'Smackeros, with day of show tickets costing $300!


And lastly, as mentioned before, I've got extremely CRAPY eyesight - Otay, I DON'T like telling anybody "I'm Blind!" Which Mary Ellen likes to remind me about, just in case I've somewhat completely forgotten or somehow miraculously been cured...

Thus, its 'Uber  annoying that I cannot recognize the pictures I took 20yrs ago, which hopefully I've labeled correctly in this story - along with finding it a bit strange that I've kept my programs from said event tucked away in a box, as they've laid perfectly flat  all this time and even still in their original corresponding plastic "Grab bag" handed out at Concorso Italiano; Aye Karumba! Which I haven't par-taken in 14-years now...

Acknowledgements
Kudos to long-lost friend's Roberto; purveyor of ALL things "FoMoCo," chiefly Shelby; also introducing Mwah to the De Tomaso marque, a la his AWESOME Pantera GT5! Along with wife Kimberly and daughter 'Cammee  who coined the word 'Hystericals... And ex-boss & goalie Jeff, who insisted I really needed to experience  the Monterey Historics weekend, confirming what Roberto had already told me.

And lastly, major Kudos to Marcus, Shirley and his Dad for their hospitality, transportation & assistance during my two brief stays in California!

Monday, August 18, 2014

RETRO: Monterey Historics1994 - 20yrs later...



21st Annual Monterey Historics with featured marque Ferrari event  program. (The Tomaso Collection)
Funny which memories we keep 'N discard, as this story stayed with me since I was so enthralled that I actually hand-wrote I-T 20yrs ago in cursive; Y'all remember that  cryptic language, right? As this was a time before I'd been introduced to the Personal Computer, along with still having relatively decent vision - since I still had a Driver's license and could actually S-E-E 'N recognize A-L-L of the various exotic cars on hand and on the roads.

Also , guessing obviously that I was so enraptured over this experience to Car Krazy Central in California because it was my first time to such an idyllic setting, having never seen such AWESOME machinery before...

Thurs, August 25, 1994

Waiting to depart from Sea Tac, (Seattle-Tacoma International Airport) I hear the person next to me groan: “Reno Air is Always Late.” Arriving in San 'Hose! (San Jose) I pick up my rental car from Hertz; DOUGHNUT? Hya! a white "Plain-Jane" 2-door Chevy Corsica. (SHUSH, DON’T TELL THE SHELBY CLUB!)

Marcus and I drive to downtown San Jose to meet his dad waiting for us inside an awesome sports bar, while I've become ensnared in a never ending saga of one-way Merry Go Round roads, as San Jose’s downtown one-way street grid turns into a 1hr “Nightmare,” which would make downtown Renton, Washington jealous

Finally finding shelter in a parking garage, we walk over to the bar where his dad has been awaiting our arrival.

The Great American Sports Bar is quite the place, with enough big-screen TV’s standing ready to show every Sunday (NFL) football game simultaneously. The remaining wall space is adorned with an impressive smorgasbord of sports memorabilia. Framed football jerseys of Joe Montana, Ronnie Lott and Dwight Clark along with framed autographed pictures, game balls, etc filling the space.

After a few brewskies” we head for Marcus’s father’s apartment, where we spend the night...

Fri, August 26

Leaving Marcus at his Dad’s in San “Hose” as the locals call it, I’m off on a solo journey to parts unknown… Aiming for Carmel, California, part of this weekend’s Monterey Historics exotic automobile Mecca, as Marcus's father has told me how the local's would get there from his Apartment.

Heading for the coast, I take Highway 101 south to Highway 152; turning west while passing thru Watsonville. Highway 152 is quite interesting, as I muse to myself that it's a typical California “side-road.” As the narrow two-lane blacktop constantly twists & turns through multiple thickets of shaded trees and bright patches 'O sunlight! When suddenly the road swoops upwards towards the sky - twisting left & right, whilst constantly being hounded by impatient locals behind me as I travel “TOO SLOW!”

Reaching the top of the hillside’s ridgeline, I’m greeted by clear skies while the Pacific ocean’s brilliant blue green waters beckon in the distance.

Plunging downhill the road cascades through countless switchbacks and several hairpin turns, with roadside signs proclaiming 15 MPH… At the bottom of this twin lane rollercoaster, I bungle my first attempt to connect with the intersecting freeway while passing through the coastal town. Then finding Highway 1, I continue south towards Monterey, nearing my destination…

Nearing the city limits of Carmel I ponder if I’m headed in the right direction? As so far I’ve seen absolutely zero exotic cars as the Highway soon ends...

Sitting in traffic, a yellow Ferrari 330 GT convertible and two trucks pulling trailers pass by; leaving me wondering just what exact type of exotic machinery are inside those trailers, eh?

Crawling uphill towards the end of Highway 1, I notice the exit sign for the “famed” 17 mile drive to Pebble Beach on my right side. Nearing the first city stoplight of Carmel, I hear the unmistakable rumble of a flat 12 boxer engine as a Ferrari Testarossa and Porsche Speedster pass me. This MUST be the right direction after all, eh?

Sitting in line while facing downhill to make a left hand turn at the little town’s next stoplight, a “rosso Italiano coupe” fast approaches, as the early 1960’s vintage racecar with blanked-out white “meatballs” on its doors shrieks uphill! And then next a dark metallic brown Ferrari Dino passes me in the “slow” lane, as I must be close…

Following the never ending line of cars, I arrive at Quail Lodge golf course one hour later, this being the worst of the traffic to date upon my trek to Carmel!

Following the traffic to the awaiting parking attendants, I’m asked if I wish to pay the $15.00 parking fee or park for FREE? (DUH!) Thus after parking the “Chebbie” out-of-site in the nearby residential neighborhood.

Walking towards the golf course I realize that I’m laughing to myself! (Giddy Schoolboy laughter) With the journey seeming to have already “paid” for itself as I pass five Ferrari’s, two DeTomaso Pantera’s, a Maserati and Acura NSX ALL in the FREE parking; Aye Karumba!

Nearing the car show entrance: “Pardon me, Do you have any Grey Poupon?” Err, I mean jumper-cables, eh? I watch bemused while waiting to hear the sweet sounds of a stillborn Lamborghini Countach V-12 engine reluctantly roar to life.

A small armada of De Tomaso's hold court at Concours Italiano. (The Tomaso Collection)
I pass a Ferrari Daytona coupe and another Testarossa, as there's FREAKIN' Ferrari’s Everywhere! And that's before I've even gotten into the show; Mama Mia!

Entering Concourso Italiano’s main gate, I’m simply “AWESTRUCK!” This is the largest, most awesome gathering of Italian Supercar’s I’ve ever witnessed in my life; “Momma Mia!!!” Never before have I seen so MANY Ferrari’s, as there’s row after row of assorted colours.

For starters: Daytona’s, Dino’s, 250/275 GTB’s, F-40’s and Testarossa’s abound. Then the 'BAD BOYZ:” A 288 GTO, a 512Bbi, a 512BB Le Mans racer, a trick 348 Challenge car, a 250 GTO and an awesome 1983/84 Lancia twin turbocharged Ferrari V-8  Le Mans prototype. (825bhp @ 1.7bar) As this car reached a terminal velocity of 246mph on the Mulsanne straight!

Next it’s over to “Lambo-valley,” where I’ve never seen this multitude of Lamborghini’s at once! Sprinkled liberally about, sit at least 15 Countach's, a few Diablo’s plus a Diablo VT, And the MOST AWESOME Lambo: four Miura’s, 5-10 Jalpa’s along with the ugly duckling Espada’s.

Shell-shocked, I wander over to the Pantera International booth and promptly insert foot-into-mouth. I ask Linda Adler: Where’s the Pantera’s?” She laughs and points towards the 15-20 Pantera’s and Mangusta's directly behind me...

After sheepishly buying 2 T-shirts & related “trinket,” I walk over to the Ford Ghia display tent to look at the Ghia concept cars. As there’s even a mock-up modular Aston Martin V-12 engine on display.

I walk over to the crowd of people surrounding a brilliant blue Bugatti EB110, making it’s North American debut. Yes it’s the same car that Michael Schumacher would pirouette several times in the rain while giving a “hack” (journalist) a test ride aboard his brand new “toy.

Visiting all the various vendor booths, I decide that my favourite features wall-sized murals of Enzo Ferrari and some of his best creations. Then I pass the Randy Owens booth and notice that Randy is busy selling some of his great artwork...

Next I meander over to the main grandstands where the stage “drive-by’s” occur. This activity is supposed to begin around 1-1:15PM, but Italian’s love their pasta and nothing will hasten the leisurely lunch.

The mood is complete with an Italian opera singer and several fine lambrusco’s to clense the pallet. The procession of vehicles to drive past the awaiting spectators begins at 1:45PM.

First onto the ramp are various Italian “Scooters.” While a 250 MV Augusta rider tries vainly to start his motorcycle the announcer waxes eloquently about how he used to ride his Augusta everywhere…But since he started wearing an Alfa Romeo cap his Augusta won’t start; Hooah! Cymbal crash please...

Just a few of the countless Ferrari's on display at Concours Italiano. (The Tomaso Collection)
After soaking in some afternoon sunshine and fine Italian beverages while admiring passing Italian coachwork from the grandstands, I make another circuit to view all of the various marques one last time before departing.

Exiting the show, I saunter over to the “back-forty” (preferred parking lot) where  a small armada awaits perusing, as I’m floored, as a sea of red Ferrari’s stretch as far as the eye can see! Ferrari 308’s & 328’s seem simply “A dime-A dozen,” with Daytona’s, Testarossa’s and Dino’s sprinkled in for variety. I saunter by multiple 348’s, four Pantera’s and a lone red Dodge Viper; CRIKEYS!

Departing Quail Lodge, I set off to check into my motel in nearby Marina del Ray via traffic choked Carmel. Snaking along, I’m passed by three Pantera’s with three Testarossa’s trying to catch up!

After checking in, I head back to visit Monterey. And it must be a good day to be wearing my Michael Schumacher Benetton Ford T-shirt as I’ve already had two “nice shirt” remarks along with a lengthy chat about Schumacher while checking in. But the Monterey Tourist Information booth conversation was quite amusing… As I asked for directions to Cannery Row, the woman asked me: “Are you Michael Schumacher?” No, he’s busy at Spa-Francorchamps, Belgium I replied. I must tell my boss about your T-shirt, he’s CRAZY about the “Wunderkind!” “He’ll be mad at me if I don’t tell him.”

She picks up her cell phone and calls him. They talk in German for what seems like 55 minutes… Where did you get it? How much will you sell it for? Blah-blah-blah... While she’s busy chatting on the phone two guys behind me join the fracas, asking me what happened to Schumacher at the German Grand Prix? All this attention while Max & Bernie continue to SNUB  the U.S. (It would take another 6yrs and piles of Tony George’s money to bring F1 back to the U.S.)

I drive past Fisherman’s wharf before finding a parking spot in downtown Monterey. As I start walking in search of Cannery Row I spot a red Testarossa with rounded license plate wit the word ROMA parked in the Wherehouse Records parking lot, KURR-RAZY...

As I continue walking more Ferrari’s cruise by. Then I hear something rumbling towards me. I turn and see a silver monster rolling up to the street’s intersection. As I’ve NEVER seen a Lamborghini Countach on the street before! (“Be still My beating heart”) The best part is listening to it idling at the stoplight before gently accelerating away. (As how do you describe the symphonic  rhapsody I've just heard?)

I continue walking with the wondrous symphonic melody of the Lambo's V-12 playing in my head until reaching a large park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. (Lover’s Point) Thinking I’ve obviously passed Cannery Row, I turn around and begin walking along a wonderful trail beside the ocean.

Taking Ocean View blvd past the aquarium and the shops along Cannery Row, I realize that I've’ been walking for nearly 3-hours... Then panic sets in as I’ve momentarily forgotten where I parked the Chebbie; SHEISA! After spending another 30-45mins searching for the non-descript white 2-door Chevrolet, I flee Monterey to return to my motel!

To continue reading, see; RETRO: Monterey Historics1994 - 20yrs later - Fini!