The Congregation Show 2018 – A Stylish Showcase of Vintage Iron
The Congregation Show is in it’s second year and man what a follow up to last year’s event. It was also my second year bringing a knife to a gun fight, so to speak. You see, this is a bike show where the promoters are nice enough to let some of their four wheeled cousins attend. Prism Supply & Dice Magazine put on the show while The Rodder’s Journal was responsible for the automotive side.
My entry was a 1933 Ford Sedan (below left), which belongs to my father. I just never bother to give it back to him since just recently making it road worthy after its nearly 30-year slumber. Locally built here in North Carolina in late ‘70s it has remained largely unchanged since then, making this the perfect come back party. My photography assistant, the lovely Mr. VanSickle, was also invited to bring his ’32 Ford 5-Window. This car has a long history of its own, dating back to the late ‘60s where it terrorized the local NJ drag strips by his father.
Pulling into the 240,000 square-foot building and onto the end cut wood floor gives you the feeling you’re in one of those movies where a bunch of kids with killer fast cars somehow live in a multi-million-dollar warehouse……that nobody uses. Later that evening our hosts put on a pre-party with free drinks and food for the attendees, offering a chance for everyone to meet, greet and swap stories with the customary embellishments. This may be why the show doesn’t start ‘til 2pm on Saturday…….
Bill and myself rolled in a little early on Saturday so we could check out all the bikes before the crowd showed up. I have to admit, when it comes to bikes I’m like that guy strolling around the lingerie shop trying to pick out something for his girlfriend. I know what it’s for, just don’t know what it is. Choppers, bobbers, board trackers and sport bikes, there was something there for everyone.
As we moved closer the start of the show, I thought my day couldn’t get any better until a new acquaintance of mine arrived. He drove down from Asheville for the day in his Pantera. Since we were all kicked out of the building while the Fire Marshal was doing his inspection, we decided to walk out to the parking lot and check out this low mileage beauty. To my surprise he tossed me the keys muttering “take it around the block, do whatever you want with it, just find me a better parking spot”. Not wanting the waste an opportunity, Bill and I hopped in and took off. I’ll just say, I want one now. Not that I never wanted one before, but now I really want one, found him a much better parking spot to boot.
Like all good things, it had to come to an end. Load out is way more chaotic than set up since everyone pretty much leaves at the same time. Our consolation prize for a day that’s done? The sound of a bikes and hot rods firing up inside a huge building. It was bitchin’.
‘Til next year!