American Car Festival in HungaryS

Seeing the Confederate Flag completely out of context never ceases to amaze. I wonder what Hungarians and Slovaks think of Stonewall Jackson.

All photos by Peter Orosz, except where noted.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Toyota is quality.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

The skull was on a boattail Riviera and it looked awesome.

Photo Credit: Natalie Polgar

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Ask Hungarians about child health and safety!

American Car Festival in HungaryS

A group of Slovaks chilling with their ‘Stang.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Hungarian DIY whitewalls.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Csúcs means awesome. The Buick was awesome. Come on—compared to a Trabi?

American Car Festival in HungaryS

The one car I would have driven off with is this post-war Caddy.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Suicide door Mark III Continental.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

It’s not like Hungarians don’t know what duct tape is and how it can fix your splendid 500 cubic inch Cadillac.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Brown is somehow the perfect color for this car.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Isn’t Amerika wunderbar?

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Model year ‘99 Hungarian meets model year ‘91 Caprice. All is well.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

This ‘Vette was driven by a very cool grandma, with her grandkid riding shotgun.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

Erik contemplates a Pontiac’s rear.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

We had better food later in the day.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

One lucky attendee could win this wonderful 1980-something Dodge.

American Car Festival in HungaryS

The place to spend time was inside the fort’s entrance, listening to lazy American V8’s chugging away.