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Now this seems odd...
At the convention we were treated to the story of this brand new member who had just bought his car and decided to go to the convention in Branson. He won a trophy for 3rd place in Class VII and also the award for furthest trailered.
So I saw this tonight... go figger.
But to really get the price up higher the owner/seller should have an AACA Senior badge on the car. The AACA Senior award is more prestigious award and is more sought after than our National Desoto awards. The AACA judging is more comprehensive and more detailed that the NDC. I have attended several AACA judging schools and have gone through their training. If you really want to brag then also get your senior bade at Hershey where the competition is much harder as compared to just our National Desoto Convention judging. I am not knocking our judging but it is no where close to the AACA standards our is more of have fun and we judge more with an side of openness.
The owner would have had to qualify the car first as a 1st place Junior winner and then he could then compete in the senior class to qualify for an attempt at the Senior award. Much Harder to get the award.
Hmmm. That is interesting. I'm not an economist, but I have read a little bit about "bubble" markets. I have noticed that at many recent car shows, I am seeing people showing dubious pedigree cars and asking questions that make it clear they are not hobbyists. This leads me to suspect that a large number of people are investing in old cars as though they were a commodity. Almost like they were buying and selling gold or Tesla stock. The prices are being driven up and up- 10 times, sometimes 100 times rational price, a classic bubble market. Those always burst of course.
Maybe we should all stand around with big catcher's mitts waiting for the pop.
Owner of a 1952 Desoto Firedome