One of these years I swear I'm going to put on my best (er, I mean a) seersucker suit, grab a G&T and head on out to Monterey for the annual hoity toity car fest, Concours d'Elegance at Pebble Beach. Elegance is exactly not my strongest suit, but I'm sure I could find an adult ed finishing school that specializes in hard cases to show me which plastic fork to eat foie gras with. The vintage Ferraris, I'll bet, are well worth the effort.
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