Couldn’t miss vintage grand prix

Although I am not in the category of car fanatics, I want to start this week’s column with a block of information for those of you who are.

PVGP means Pittsburgh Vintage Grand Prix and if you go to their website, you will be able to find out more about them. Indeed, if you are a bona fide car fanatic, and there are plenty of them in the Clovis area, you may want to pilgrimage to Pittsburgh next summer.

Race week events are July 15-24. We have 10 days of cars shows, parades and parties. If you are interested in access to any of these events please email to info@pvgp.org and the PVGP press department with your request.

That certainly summarizes it, and on a recent visit to my roots, I stumbled into it, hooking up with my buddy Rich Karas to attend one of the events being held over that ten day span. The week, I should mention, is always held in mid-July.

The spotlight is, of course, on Grand Prix style cars, of which the coolest, in my opinion, was a 1954 Porsche. That being said, and particularly addressing this to local vintage car enthusiasts, other classic cars are more than welcomed.

The most unusual car that we ourselves scoped out was a 1911 Cadillac. Perhaps the most intimidating auto was the black 1980-something Lamborghini.

The term “race week “ is not an exaggeration, nor is it a publicity term. During the course of the week, the cars participate in several road races, as they wish. Areas of Pittsburgh,particularly in some of its numerous parks, are sealed off for the drivers to pit their cars against one another.

Four or five evenings, then, during the course of the week, are given over to car shows in various parts of the town, such as the one Rich and I graced with our presence.

As I began by stating that I am not a car fanatic, since most of us cannot afford to be, I should mention that I do care enough about autos that, well, to put it succinctly, there was no way I was going to not get to see the cars.

When I found out that my visit home coincided with this event, it wasn’t a question of whether I was going to go see them, but which night I would go see them.

A local person (Pittsburghers, like Clevelanders, tend to be friendly and welcoming) was telling us that this particular event is the largest summer car event in the eastern half of the country, and, quite possibly, outside of California.

Given the descriptions of the week plus devoted to it, I can readily believe him.

As much as I enjoyed our evening, I am not a person who would travel 1,500 miles for a car show. But some of my readers may be, and may even be among those who have a car they’d like to take to such an event. If so, the organization’s website should tell you all you need to know.