Woodward Dream Cruise - 8.21.2010

This was my first year at Woodward, and while I expected a lot, I was overwhelmed. I was surrounded by (mostly) classic cars - I didn't even want to blink. In the minivan with the rest of the crew, conversations were never completed; in the middle of a sentence, one of us would yell, "Holy cow, look at that." Heck, we never even made it as far as Pontiac. In spite of the rain that persisted throughout the day, I walked around, shot, walked around some more, shot, watched the cars cruising, shot, was happy to not get hit by cars crossing the street because I was ogling another car, shot, passed a Chevrolet executive on Woodward, shot, shadowed the writer... shot... you've got the idea. Most of the hundreds of photos that I took were for the client, but a few outtakes that they didn't use follow.

A high performance Gremlin. Gremlin? Yes, Gremlin:

This guy likes his RAM Hemi so much he got the logo inked on his leg:
Overheard walking around some classics: "I wonder how much total horsepower is on this field today."
Yeah, every car blog got a shot of this '57 Bel Air stretch limo - but it's cool, so I'm posting it:
A Back-to-the-Future replica in the field of DeLoreans. (Thank you, rain, for the blurry blob in the middle of my shot.)
This Camaro is for you, Kim Larson. It's a '67, is that what you wanted?

Ingenious. Plus, you know you'd make fun of him mercilessly if he was on a Segway.
I was in love with this silver metallic '57 Bel Air:
There was a group of seven or eight Monte Carlos; there are four here, and the others were across Woodward. These men's cars were beautiful. After they finished drying their cars, the second part of their group drove across Woodward and they all pulled out together to cruise for the rest of the afternoon.
Detail of an engine on a classic 'Stang:

The whole classic Mustang. This car is very, very important. Why? Because this is the exact color that my Mustang will be when I get it. Minus the engine that I can't see over. The owner was nearby, and I dared not lick it. (C.E. Murphy, on the off chance you see my blog post, this one's for you. Well, it's for me... but I'll share it.)
Batmobile - need I say more?

Kaiser Darrin's Clara Bow grille:
Spectators! The rain didn't keep them away from pulling up chairs and watching the cars cruise by all day.
As Murphy's Law goes, the sun finally came out right before the day came to a close:

I think I'll go for the whole week next year. I have to go back - I want to make it to Pontiac.