1. There were cars… and cups of coffee.
Having never attended one of these events – my weekends are usually filled with remedial activities like browsing my local used car listings – I felt nervous. I’m not normally one to shy away from meeting strangers, but my head felt like a cement mixer and so did my gut. What if I was out of place?
Naively, I arrived on time at 8 a.m. when the meet was scheduled to “start.” The parking lot was mostly empty so I stood out that much more, but someone who owned a 964-generation Carrera walked over and shook my hand. I explained that no, this wasn’t actually my car but that I planned to film a video review the following day.
Soon, cars started to filter in and space to park seemed almost impossible to find in what felt like a few minutes. Exotic metal was not in short supply and at some point during that transition, a 2004 Gallardo pulled in.