Prius? Volt? Not making it here.
Unless we missed any good-for-the environment cars out of the 250 some-odd machines featured at Quail, A Motorsports Gathering, the highest average miles-per-gallon was probably somewhere around 9. Even 5, when you floor it.
Floor it they did, too; by mid-afternoon, the air was filled with the T-Rex-like sounds of Lamborghinis, Ferarris, Bugattis, Paganis, and so on.
High-end? Put it this way; it was the first time we ever entered a port-a-potty and found the interior rivaling some hotels we’ve lodged at.
We had our favorites rides, of course. In this case, Pagani stole the show where Da Luxe was concerned.
Bugatti, too, is always a favorite.
So many cars, so little time. It was our maiden Quail, and we will be back next year, too, if we’re lucky enough to get an invite.
A budding bespoke photographer gets into it.