Monterey Car Week and the Pebble Beach Concours might seem like the opposite of Roadkill, but our people are everywhere. Pebble Beach is a golf course in Monterey, California, and rich folks in dumb pants go there to play golf and also to look at bajillion-dollar cars. Most of those cars have burlwood door panels and solid gold engines, but here and there you’ll find a cracked leather interior, or a rusty fender. Of course, Pebble people call it patina and originality, but we know what it really is. Roadkill.
Don’t get us wrong, we certainly loved looking at all the polished shiny toys, because even amongst the finely-finished machines, you find stories of people pushing the boundaries of polite car society to do what they wanted. Nothing is more Roadkill than that. For example, a rare Bizzarrini from the late 60s comes with the story that long time Ferrari designer and engineer Giotto Bizzarrini was fired for calling Enzo Ferrari’s wife the “c-word,” or certainly expressing disapproval of her involvement with the design process. We don’t stand behind calling women bad words, but we do like the idea of giving the man the finger and heading out to do your own thing. Especially when that thing involves Italian bodywork and a Corvette engine.
Of course, the greatest concentration of our tribe could be found at the Concours d’LeMons, where the weirdest and worst of the worst are celebrated (and bribing the judges is highly encouraged). No burlwood door panels here, but plenty of wood grain side paneling. We saved you a lot of money on expensive hotel rooms by curating the best and worst of Pebble Beach. See for yourself.