Good Times, Backroads, and a Cars and Coffee Double Shot
The following is from guest author Zach Suell. You can find more of Zach's brilliant auto-obsessed work at his website Aspiring Car Guy.
After a year of canceled events and a rather cold winter, cabin fever was at a maximum. Nashville Cars and Coffee nearly filled its lot to capacity by the time the show officially started at 8:00 AM on March 6th. I arrived shortly after 8:00 and passed row after row full of Subarus, modern American muscle cars, and German autos. I finally found an empty spot for my 1965 Pontiac GTO next to a clean mid-90’s Impala SS. Pleased with barely squeezing into the show, I set off to see what other cars made the trek.
The New Edge Mach 1 is one of my favorite Fords. I am weird.
One standout was a Coyote-swapped 1970 Ford F100, which the owner said was built by a NASCAR crew member. Given its perfect low stance, I assumed it might have been swapped onto a Crown Vic chassis; however, it had a stock frame with front and rear subframes from a Crown Vic. The side exhaust exiting through the bed added a nice NASCAR-inspired touch.
What a truck!
Coyote looks right at home
About the time I finished talking to the F100’s owner, I saw a group of people circled up like high schoolers around a hallway fight. “There has to be something special over there,” I thought. As I got closer, I saw through the crowd the unmistakable side mirror of a Pagani Huayra. A rare sight anywhere, this was the first Pagani I have seen in person. It was every bit as remarkable as the automotive press made it out to be. Bare carbon fiber glistened in the early morning sun as onlookers gawked at the Italian hypercar. Tires as wide as a large pizza sat patiently waiting to propel the V12-powered monster on its next journey. Gorgeous titanium exhaust poked through the tail panel, but I was more enthralled by the badge that appeared to be glowing. “Huayra,” it said. “That’s hard to spell,” I thought. As with most of the crowd, I was too occupied with this exotic machine to even notice the track killer parked next to it. A fellow enthusiast pointed out to me that it was, in fact, a McLaren Senna. “Oh,” I remarked, “I didn’t even notice it wasn’t a standard McLaren. They all look so similar.” After likely offending the Senna’s owner and McLaren fans everywhere, I moved on to the nearly deserted area where the other supercars were parked.