For decades Monterey Car Week has celebrated the absolute cream of the automotive crop: nearly priceless Ferraris, historically-significant race cars and celebrated designers. And then there’s the Concours d’Lemons, the Saturday morning celebration of the odd, the mundane…
Although we didn't win, despite several bottles of Champagne, six loafs of French bread and four pounds of fromage, a dozen eggs and two sheep, dirty French postcards, $50 bills, flags and clever write ups and the moss and lichen on the hood of Mlle Clouseau, a 2CV; we are not bitter and will remain rightfully indignant and totally French.
We heard many great Deux Chevaux stories and had several good laughs with constant smiles.
Good fun again!
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