mhsprecher
Well-known member
While driving my 1930 sedan to Hershey, we stopped at a post office to mail a few things. A guy who had been following us was headed there, too, and complemented me on my car. I told him that we were on the way to Hershey. He said that he was a former AACA senior judge. I told him that we were entering our car in the Driver Participation class. He suggested going for a Junior award. I think his eyesight must be bad, but went on my way.
Today, we picked up our registration package and my car is entered in the Junior
class. Well someone messed that up. Maybe I checked the wrong box on my registration.
I am a little embarrassed to put my car in the "real" judging, but I noticed that there are four cars in my class, two of which are not to be judged, so I might get an award by default. It should be fun, no matter what, but I feel like the people who are getting the house in shape when the minister stops by unannounced! I wonder how many cars in the judging were driven 125 miles to the show like mine was?
Today, we picked up our registration package and my car is entered in the Junior
class. Well someone messed that up. Maybe I checked the wrong box on my registration. I am a little embarrassed to put my car in the "real" judging, but I noticed that there are four cars in my class, two of which are not to be judged, so I might get an award by default. It should be fun, no matter what, but I feel like the people who are getting the house in shape when the minister stops by unannounced! I wonder how many cars in the judging were driven 125 miles to the show like mine was?
