I'm with youse guys: stoopid.
Went to a car show over in the country near here last year, there were about fifty-some cars of various description, some very nice, new and old.
A brand-new (3,000 miles) Ford Mustang with a "custom" interior (ugh, it looked worse than a pimp's bedroom) won the show. One of the ugliest cars I've seen recently, the guy easily had $20K+ in "custom" stuff in it. The wheels must have cost $5,000 alone (and they were awful - spinners). If you gave me this car, I'd hide it until sold.
Also in the show: a perfect '63 Impala SS (stock - beautiful); a Morgan Plus Four, very nice (the "judges" didn't even stop when they "inspected" it, kept walking by!!); a lovely, bone stock '49 Plymouth; a cool rat rod, etc., and other very nice cars.
Finally, the "judges" announced their brilliant decision: the 2007 pimpmobile Mustang wins the "best car" trophy, with applause from the crowd (but not mine)!
Sheesh, it's enough to give you a headache! Clueless, emotional judging. What's the point? How does one become such a "judge", I wonder???? :crazy: