The temperature is a perfect 66 degrees, there's a soundtrack of wailing engines, and you can't walk 20 yards without encountering some legendary race car. Yes, it's the 2008 Monterey Historics, where I spent all day yesterday poking my camera into engine compartments and trying (in vain) to find a booth selling Deep Fried Porcine Lymph Nodes On A Stick. Check in later for some righteous Engine Pr0n!

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