On the whole attendance to the show was down a bit this year. There was some thought that the venue is getting a bit long of tooth, and there is some talk of moving the show to a shopping center in Olathe Kansas next year. There is a grass field for the show, a variety or restaurants, and a shopping center where those who are not interested in the cars can "shop 'till their cards are maxed out!"
There was some concern about whether we would still want to attend. We would have to drive another 30 whole miles. (Grins accepted and applause to be held to Memorial Stadium decibel levels). As two members were overheard telling a committee member, we would drive the extra 30 miles to attend. But then again, we will attend no matter where you hold the show.
One last comment on the Kansas City All British. Some entrants were overheard discussing the "Nebraska Bunch." The consensus was that we march to our own drummer. But no group of people has more fun, gets
along better, or drives better cars to a show! One of the Kansas City stalwarts described us as kind of like the bikers your daughter dragged home. They are a lot of fun, but just a little scary. You would kind of like to ask them to join you in a drink and to leave all at the same time. But you are afraid to do either, so you just hold on, watch them and try to enjoy the ride!
Not so Sweet Somethings
A married couple is driving down interstate 80 doing 65 mph. The wife is driving and her husband looks over and says, "Honey, I know we've been married 15 years, but I want a divorce."
His wife says nothing but increases her speed to 70 mph.
"I've been having an affair with your best friend, and she's a much better lover than you."
Again his wife says nothing but speeds up to 75 mph. "I want the car and the savings account. You can have the credit cards."
She just keeps driving faster.
"Is there anything you want." he asks.
"No, I've got everything I need." his wife answers, veering slightly toward the bridge abutment. He asks, "What's that?"
Just before they hit the wall at 90 mph she answers, "I've got the airbag."
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