I just went to a local show yesterday. This was an open show of all makes, but our Mopar club President helped to organize it. As per usual, I gave my car a quick dust after parking, set up my sun shade, and then wandered around the show to see the other cars and chat with friends. I never worry about my car at these local shows. Parents with small kids have been respectful of our treasures. I spoke with amn yesterday that looking my R/T over. He said that he had bought a new 1966 383 Belvedere, and traded it in on a new 1967 Gold R/T. The next year, he traded the R/T for a new 1968 RoadRunner. There are always interesting cars to see and people to talk to at these events. After the show, the Mopar guys went back to our club president's nearby place for a Barbecue. A beautiful day.
One year, a group of us Mopar guys went to the Woodworth Ave. Cruise 125 miles away in Detroit. We were lucky enough to get parking right in front of a restaurant. We spent the day looking at some of he cars there, and watching cars cruise past us on the street. Toward the end of the afternoon, we went in the restaurant to grab a quick meal before heading home. When I came out of the restaurant, I found a girl sitting on my rear fender, while her boyfriend was resting his elbow and a can of beer on my roof. I not so politely asked them to get the F*&K off my car. Boyfriend asked, "What's your problem?" I answered, "You two F*&KING A$$HOLE$!". I have never been back.