Fezzik In Paris

A 2CV in delivery van configuration.

This is what happens when you leave a Jeep and a 2CV alone.

The hilariously tiny 2CV engine.

This 2CV is in the process of being fully restored.

That linkage to the transmission (the rod through the non-firewall firewall makes me vaguely uncomfortable.

I came to see 2CVs. Can I go home now?

Apparently of some historical value, this rotting hulk smelled vile.

Vile.

A bus.

No clue.

This truck (dating to the first world war) caught my attention due to the “tires” and the chain drive.

The rest of the truck.

A vintage Renault.

This and a tank were really the only American automobiles that I saw.

I’m not sure as to the practicality, but the amusement factor seemed like it merited a picture.

One of many rally cars.

Rallying: not a safe sport.

Comfy seats.

Just when you thought Civics couldn’t get any uglier…

Another rally car.

If this were an Indiana Jones movie instead of a car show, this guy probably could have traded this car for some camels and a tank.

An old presidential carriage.

“Airplane inspired,” per the signs.

Hamster ball inspired?

It’s a dickmobile.

“Retro” apparently encompasses 70s and up Ferraris and Lamborghinis, of which there were many to buy, if you’re an old rich guy in search of a car that may or may not start when you want it to.

Early traffic accidents must have produced some incredibly nasty deaths.

I don’t know if lime green was ever a factory color option…

Had there been two, I could have made a flock of seagulls joke.

Mandatory crowd shot.

OK, now I can go home.