I have also been on both sides of the fence with trophies. I have several large cardboard boxes full of trophies that just take up space - meant something at the time, but now not so much. Still proud of most but they have less meaning without the car. Most were judged by actual car guys - panel beaters, painters, fellow car restorers with plenty of experience. I still hold a record for Best Paint three consecutive shows running over a period of 8 years. Pleased about them.
I also attended a dedicated Mopar Muscle show back in 2002 where it was invitation only. I think someone wanted to stick it to me. Another guy who is a friend ended up scooping about 12 trophies in different categories, while mine didn't rate a mention. Sure Wayne's Hemi 'Cuda drag car was a well-sorted and beautiful car, and deserved the accolades, but some of the categories he won in were a bit sketchy. He later came up to me and said it was a bit embarrassing and he guilty about the shambles of a judging effort it was. My GTX was a better looking car in the OE sense....but it doesn't matter now.
Another car - a purple '70 Dodge Challenger won best engine. The hood was down all weekend, and all you could see was a blower sticking up through a hole in the hood. There was no engine in that car at all.....the blower was perched on top of a wooden beer crate. Tak about a BS show. The trophy awards were on the Saturday night and the organiser had arranged some stripers to attend.....my buddy Rodney and I left sharpish. Westie skanks don't do it for me.
Best part of that show was the ride home. I managed to get alongside another good friend - 69 Road Runner 383 and 4-speed. We were nearly home, sitting at an intersection both turning right into a three-lane arterial road.....he was on my right in the two-lane road. We looked at each other with 'that look'....wives beside each of us......light goes green and it's all on.
We both got halfway around the corner, and we were both going sideways parallel to each other - barely half a lane separating us, and we're doing something 30 mph smoking the tires......in unison. It was awesome. My wife loved it, and I could see Mark had a big cheesy grin also. I'll never forget that one.
Fun times.