The one thing I absolutely had to do while in Northlandia was to attend the Bushnell Days Car Show. Always one of the very best shows, it is unique in several ways. First, it coincides with their big day as a town complete with blocked off streets, lots of vendors, a tractor show and parade, and a great place to have lunch.
But the car show itself is unique in that it is an unbiased, totally judged show. They have a judge (or judges) inspect each entry and they have a form that they place a number to from 0 to 10. Categories are paint, brightwork, interior, underbody, engine area, trunk, and so on. There are 10 categories for a total number of points awardable is 100. Oddly, other owners shy away from this show because it takes them out of their comfort zone, the good-ole-buddy, I'll vote for you if you vote for me kind of thing.
The above videos were taken on the morning of my last day in Northlandia and the day of the Bushnell car show. Needless to say, it rained most of the morning and around time for the last call for entries, the sun came out. I should tell you if you are unaware: you don't run cars in the rain, or wash them with water. You use waterless wash and usually just do a good dusting and spot detail for shows. Water causes rust, rust causes bubbles, bubbles cause new expensive paint jobs after an extensive rust removal body repair.
But not all was lost. That afternoon and evening was the Knoxville Cruise-In, and since that's where I was staying that leg of the trip, I decided to take Miss Frump.
Cars start lining the streets early in Knoxville.
I parked The Frump across from the forestation because I wasn't going to stay long, what with an early morning flight back to Bedlam. And, yes, most the folks checked out the orange muscle car parked next to me, instead of her, but they are so darn popular. Honestly, anymore that's about all you see, and I've never been a big muscle car guy, not even when they were new.
The big news of the night was that as I was just glancing around, this sleek black car pulled into the main park area and it sure looked like an 880. Now, keep in mind that I buy cars I will never run into at shows, and now, with the Frump being perhaps second most rare I've had, and there is another 880.
I couldn't walk fats enough, and sure bough, this was a 1962 Dodge
880 and Miss Frump is a 1963 model. Different front end, and different badging, and yes, this was a convertible, but still, they are sisters and I had a fun time talking to her owner. She had a few blemishes and the interior wasn't as nice as the Frumps, but her value is light years from Frump's, as a convertible model is very very rare. My time in Northlandia, with the Frump, my friends and family had come to an end. It was a fun time and I count the seconds till my return.
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