The town that my wife’s aunt lives in (Seneca, Kansas, about 50 miles west of us) has an annual Cruise Night and car show that we have been going to for the past few years. The cruise night is Saturday night, with the car show on Sunday morning. We had delusions of having George up and running for the cruise night this year, but it was not to be. As he was sporting four new tires and a fresh paint job, we decided to take him up for the car show.
Not sure about the Model T, but this was our first ever time exhibiting a car at a show. All in all, it went well and was entertaining. We were able to find a place where we could roll George on and off the trailer, and easily push him to where he would spend the day. Watching all of the other exhibitors polishing and Armor-Alling their cars, I felt obligated to do something for George, so I put the floorboards that had bounced loose during the trip back in place, picked up a few stray parts that had fallen off, and called it a day.
We had the oldest car in the show, but only by five years, as the folks next to us had a beautiful 1928 Ford Model AA truck. Being our first car show, I apparently managed to enter George as a “judged” entrant, rather than just an exhibit. Keeping in mind that most of the cars at the show were immaculate hot rods, to say that the judge was perplexed by George would be putting it mildly. Needless to say, we did not win “Best in Show”.