There’s something supremely dull about cars, vintage or otherwise, parked on a concours lawn. Unused. Pristine. A little too loved. They should be driven, not kept so clean that you can eat off of them. There used to be three places in the world where you could truly see vintage cars run en masse at a festival celebration: Goodwood Festival of Speed, Goodwood Revival, and the Monterey Rolex Motorsport Reunion.
