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the blackest black hue. It was enough

to make you…well, let’s just say I

haven’t felt that way in years.

I take my photographs, all the

while noticing that nearby a very born

to the manor, sophisticated, gray-

haired, southern gentleman was ever

so politely dining on a light lunch with

a beautiful, obviously very gracious

woman of the same age. But some-

thing didn’t seem quite right, although

her melt in your mouth, silky smooth

southern accent was very gentle on

the acoustic meatus. Then I figured it

out, for even though this very adroit

man of the south was wearing tailored

slacks, I could see he wasn’t wearing

any socks. I know that’s oversharing,

but really? Come on, if you can afford

to have a bite to eat at Gooding before

bidding six to seven figures on a col-

lector car, you can afford to wear a de-

cent pair of socks in your obviously

very expensive Italian loafers.

I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts

Charlie Ross, Gooding’s more than

proper British auctioneer, always

wears socks, no matter what the occa-

sion or part of the world where he hap-

pens to be auctioneering. Maybe I

should be saying, “pounds to crum-

pets.” No matter, you get the idea.

Friday March 11th

RM/Sotheby Auction Preview

Motostalgia Auction Preview

After literally being jolted out of a

deep slumber by the trusty old iphone

assaulting my unsuspecting brain

cells, I now find myself, “

puttin’ on the


” – Taco 1983, while struttin’ my

mo’ bad shtuff across a beautifully

manicured lawn bordering the At-

lantic Ocean. The reason I am doing

this casual “stroll is how I roll” on this

plush greenery is to take photos of

classic, exotic, and muscle cars strate-

gically placed throughout the beauti-

fully landscaped grounds of The

Ritz-Carlton, as in “la-tee-da, dahling,”

on Amelia Island. As I’m snapping

away at all the metallic sculptures re-

splendent in shinier than shiny paint,

and adorned with brighter than bright

chrome, all to the sound of crashing

waves on a nearby sandy beach, I can’t

help but think, “Life is good.”

However, I had to bring myself

back down to earthly reality by taking

photos of the following two Shelby AC

cousins going to the highest bidder at

the RM/Sotheby auction being held at

the Ritz-Carlton. The 1960 AC Ace-

Bristol went for $495,000, and the

1963 Shelby 289 Cobra hammered at


Taking a little time out from the

overwhelming awe of being sur-

rounded by so much auto beauty, I

enter the ritzy Ritz to visit the lobby

floor vendors exhibit area. This is ba-

sically every nook and cranny of all

the rooms and even the hallways, to

see some really neato-frito petrobilia,

automobilia, memorabilia, and in fact,

just about any type of “bilia” you can


The first gentleman I encounter is

Chuck of Chuck Harders Restorations,

whose specialty is gas pump barn

finds, gas pump restorations, gas sta-

tion signs, and generally any type of

vintage petroliana available on planet

earth. He must be doing something

right, because I saw a big ol’ SOLD

sign hanging on an absolutely fantas-

tic looking, unrestored, White Eagle

gas pump from way back in the day.

And I’ll bet Chuck was one happy

petroliana camper, because that bad

boy went for $9,500 “

greenback, a dol-


” – Kingston Trio 1963.

The next objet d’ auto art, is some-

thing my protruding eyeballs do a car-

toon like popping towards, an OMG

1/10th GT 40, the likes of which my

sore eyes have never seen before.

Since my cornea were now literally

glued to this mixed metals sculpture,

I was forced to follow them to the art

piece, where I gently pried them from

the delicate, but very solidly built

GT40. After this somewhat crude dis-

play of ophthalmological expertise, I

introduce myself to Jamie of Jamie

Schena Design + Sculpture, who is an

industrial designer and artist, a great

career combination for creating what

is obviously a great rendition of a

GT40. After discussing his independ-

ent, intelligent thoughts on auto art,

him doing most of the talking and me

doing most of the listening (a rare oc-

currence, to say the least), I explore

his website to find more insight into

his art:

I use scrap steel to create sculp-

tures, giving the material new life

through industrial art. I have a very

kinaesthetic approach to my work as I

manipulate steel through welding,

grinding and sanding until I am satis-

fied with the result

.” In other words,

the kid’s good, real good!

Stepping outside onto the Ritzy

Carlton’s large, covered veranda

straight out of “Gone With the Wind,”

I see a sight for sore eyes (caused by

peeling them off the GT40 sculpture):

another great rendition of a GT40,

only this time it is a life-size model

being made by FoMoCo. And if “that

don’t beat all”, standing nearby is a

very nice, life size young lady repre-

senting Ford, who accepts my request


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