The sponsors describe the Consorso thus:
Concorso Italiano® has evolved into a must-attend convergence of sophistication, taste and affluence and embraces all the cultural elements of Italian style, including music, cuisine, fashion, and travel. The event is centered around as many as 1,200 collectible Italian automobiles, motorcycles, and boats. Non-Italian exotic and classic automobiles are also welcomed and represent a significant contingency as well. The Concorso emphasizes display and appreciation over competition and although the cars are truly magnificent, this event is not just about cars; it’s about people too; widely recognized as a fun yet sophisticated event where you can really enjoy yourself!
Well, that is, as we say in Italy, stronzo.
This event is cars, cars, cars, and more cars. I have never seen so many Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Panteras assembled in one place. In fact, I didn’t realize there were this many of them on earth. But there were only about eight motorcycles, one mandolin player, and no boats. Fashion was a few sellers of logo-wear and a couple of jewelry booths. Cuisine? Ha! A pizza stand, a bratwurst vendor, a couple of churro places, and some members-only buffets. No espresso bars, no Campari, no verve, and little style. The tiniest village in Italia has more style than the Concorso.
We paid $130 apiece to enter the grounds and wandered among luscious, amazing automobiles for several hours. It’s mind-blowing to see so many Ferraris… and Lambos… and Tomasos that they become boring. Not that getting to that level of burn-out isn’t a whole lot of fun. The disappointment is that the Concorso falls so short of its potential.
However, at the Consorso, I enjoyed the sophistication of the blue, white, yellow, and particularly the gray ones.
Lamborghinis. Geez. We saw what seemed like acres of Lambos. Lambo owners favor jarring colors.
I was so distracted by the colors and amazing autos that I would have missed the car babes had my wife not pointed them out. Lamborghini is always incredibly in your face, befitting their origin in “Screw you, Enzo, I’ll make my own damned car if you won’t give me what I want.”
My favorites today were this Bizzarini one-off sports car and a pristine Guiletta 50cc motorbike. (I was a motorbike fanatic in my youth in France; this was the Ferrari of $150 buzz bikes.)
This was simply today’s episode of Car Week. An annual, conscious-raising event on the Monterey Peninsula.