Finding Warren and the kids again, I discover Mark and Dylan have had enough. Hangin' out with a couple of old dudes is okay for a while, but after 4 or 5 hours... well, you get the idea.

I make a successful plea for a little more time and disappear again, ready to blow off most of the shots remaining in the camera. I'm on my last film, so it shouldn't take long.

Maybe some MOPAR metal.

The MOPAR crowd was out in full force, fielding cars like this Daytona style Plymouth, the Road Runner Superbird. There were a couple, one behind the other. Lime green and...

An exercise in 60s aerodynamics! The special nose and the outrageous wing, combined with HEMI power, makes quite a combination.

What are the odds there's a 440 under that hood? Pretty good, I'd say. It was the standard engine in this '67 GTX!