The Greenwood Auto Show happens once a year on the last Saturday in June and for the last couple of years I’ve finally remembered to go to the damn thing.
The cars line the streets on both sides of Greenwood Avenue for a couple of miles. It’s a beautiful sight of gleaming classic cars from just about every era.
I like to put the headphones in and just paint. Doing my best to focus on the color and reflections and ignore the people. Still, every so often a car owner will catch my ear and we’ll have a chat about his prized possession.
I say ‘his’ ultimately because for some reason or another it’s an expensive hobby that seems to be vastly male-centric. I guess it stands to reason as it seems most men are attracted to sexy curves and sparkly bits.