Farewell, Monterey. Hello Again, L.A.

For dirt-poor gearheads with a penchant for the unloved and inexpensive as well as a passion for history, craftsmanship, design and wonderful noises, scoring a chance to hit the Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance and its attendant and ancillary events is like being handed a golden ticket to an automotive fantasyland where Ferraris scream in the distance as one falls asleep at night, while race day is populated with barking Offenhausers, thundering big-block V8s and spitting, yowling Coventry Climaxes. New cars appear and old cars reappear, sometimes weathered by the ravages of time, others restored to a high-gloss sheen that's likely better than the condition in which the vehicle first arrived in its original owner's hands. We'll go so far as to say that although it's presented in a high-buck format, you owe it to yourself to experience the Monterey weekend at least once in your life. It's that good. If you missed our reportage due to excessive sleep and/or family life, fear not — we've got a link to the insanity here. What's more, there's plenty of goodness left to share throughout the week. Break out the eye peeler.