Supercars, hypercars, rat rods and muscle.
Bad ass racecars sitting still
but looking like they're in a hustle.
Candy colored trailer queens,
rusty junkers looking mean.
Really fast or pretty slow,
jacked-up trucks, or bombers sitting low.
Pinstripes and pearl paint,
fat-tired collector bait.
Imports, domestics, exotics galore,
the parking lot looks like a showroom floor.
There is always such a certain appeal,
about paint and chrome and sculpted steel.
When you see it, you will know,
you just can't help but love a good ole car show.