Car Week in Pebble Beach, Carmel by the Sea, and Monterey, California. It is an annual trek I have made for the past 30 years. It is six days of concours, auctions, vintage racing, automobilia, parties, launches, people, and the best darn traffic jams you’ll ever be caught in. But for some, it is that week when your spouse takes off to play with his or her buddies, without you.
I’ve missed my wife’s birthday for almost 30 years in a row.
You see, my wife’s birthday almost always falls during Car Week. Now this could spell disaster, for the average spouse, resulting in a guilt-ridden week where one feels the need to bring home an extra special gift given, their absence.
Pebble Beach and Carmel are not cheap shopping destinations.
I invite my wife to join me every year knowing good and well she will say no. Why? She’s not that in to cars. She did go with me once, and after day one asked, “What else will we be doing while we are here?” “More of the same dear…” was my sheepish reply. And so, she stays home while I go “work” on meeting up with past Cars Yeah guests and to meet numerous future guests. It’s a lot of work.
Isn’t it wonderful when your business is your passion?
This is a heartfelt thank you to my wife Jill and all the Widows of Pebble Beach for letting us automotive enthusiasts go play with cars. And who knows, maybe, just maybe you’ll get an extra special surprise when we return home.
Hey honey! Look at the car I bought you.
By the way, I’m off again this week to the Ironstone Conours and then next week to Rennsport Reunion. So much work to do…