I'm with Keith here. My experience with local antique car clubs mirrors his and has been dismal, no matter where I lived - except for the Phoenix Model T club in the 1980's. A whole diff'rent box of people owned Model T's compared to the far more numerous Model A people. Unlike the Model T club, the two or three Model A clubs I briefly joined over the years ALWAYS had the kind of people Keith cites, as well as several know-it-all's, whose vast Model A knowledge came from reading Floyd Clymer's mistake-prone booklets. They always knew what was wrong with my cars and were not hesitant to inform me about my restoration mistakes as they perceived them. You know - those cars I drove from Arizona to Iowa at 65 mph for 30 years, and even in Germany? Those poorly-restored cars. Yet these same self-appointed experts and town criers never seemed able to drive THEIR Model A''s to club functions. We all know why. Maybe your club has some of these irritating people, too? I swear, in order to become a Model A chapter, the people must have to furnish proof that at least 5 know-it-all's belong before they are accepted by the national clubs as a new chapter. Moreover, unless there was food somewhere during a club event, no one would show up. And if they did, it was in their modern cars - just to feed their faces. Why bother calling it a Model A club? Call it what it really is - a diner's club. No more for me, thank you. I am permanently and officially done with local clubs.
'Sorry for being a Debbie Downer about belonging to local car clubs, but I can only relate my experiences. If you happen to belong to a club that actually embraces the Model A and plans events accordingly, I am envious. Maybe it was just where I lived that the clubs were such a P.I.T.A.???
Marshall, "clubbed"-to-death