Marjorie Suddard
Marjorie Suddard General Manager
3/31/09 4:14 p.m.

Hobbies are strange things. They consume huge amounts of our time, energy and money, but they are, by definition, largely pointless. While this lack of purpose usually serves in a perverse way to enhance the fun factor of hobbies, it can also help kill their appeal. After all, once you’ve built that ship in a bottle, there’s not a lot you can do with it. Stacks of completed jigsaw and crossword puzzles just make it hard to navigate your own hallways. And the only way off of Everest is to turn around and trudge back down the way you went up. Once the project is completed, all that follows is anticlimactic.

We car enthusiasts have an edge, of course, since the objects of our tinkerings and tradings are useful things born of practical invention. Once we’ve finished that restoration or obtained that long-sought acquisition, we can drive our cars and actively enjoy them.

The rub comes in finding a place to do so. Sure, you can still drive your 1929 Isotta Fraschini on the street, but unless you’re Erich von Stroheim and you’ve got Gloria Swanson in the back seat, you’re probably not going to find it an ideal daily driver. Car shows and concours d’elegance are great, but these static displays pretty much defeat the argument for collector cars as practical things. Vintage racing is anything but static, but not every car—or every car owner—is suited to racing.

Fortunately, there is one venue for classic and collector cars that includes elements of all three of these activities—combined with the added appeal of a first-class vacation. It’s called vintage rallying.

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