This if for those who need to reconcile the original 'Gonzo' write-up with what really happened last weekend (updates in bold): "All of my suspicions were confirmed. My trip to Annapolis this weekend could have been much less pleasant had I not prepared accordingly; had I not covered my bases; had I not dotted my Is and crossed my Ts; had I not accepted the generous hospitality and keen advice of Jay Fitzhugh and Jalopyrama Mike. It started with an airplane ride. Blake and I left Austin early on Friday morning. The skies werent proving to be all that friendly, so we decided to see if alcohol would alleviate the effects of turbulence. It did... but only one each, since it was still early in the day. As a result, though, Blake and I arrived in Maryland a couple of hours later relaxed and jovial which proved to be particularly effective at the rental car counter. We had reserved an economy class car weeks ago, but ended up in a black Chevrolet Tahoe after explaining to the agent that we would gratefully accept such an upgrade were it offered to us. He gave us the free upgrade. Thank you, sir! In any case, we ended up in Annapolis at a reasonable hour, grabbed some crab cakes, and then retired to the nice, clean hotel room provided by our gracious hosts. Jay was adamant that the hotel bar was the place to be, so we made friends with Sandra (a very sharp bar tender), and got to work on what would, regretfully, become a most impressive tab. From here, the story gets more interesting - we had the pleasure of hanging and chatting with some of the great personalities the east coast scene has to offer D-Russ, Joe Smith, fuxl, Jerry, Spike, 57 HEAP, GaryM, and others too fuzzy to recall all of them great guys to build a bar tab with. We felt welcome. We woke up late on Saturday morning with pounding heads and the satisfaction that comes with knowing that we truly lived the night before. After taking our showers, we grabbed some lunch, and then we headed for the Jalopyrama. We arrived at the show no later than 1:30pm to odd looks and strange comments: Where have you guys been? The show is almost over. You should have seen this joint at 8am. Are you guys just now getting here? Man, its almost 2pm! Were you guys still at the bar when we left? I cant remember Apparently, folks on the east coast start their shows early and end them likewise. That didnt bother me. I was too enthralled by the venue: The Maryland National Guard Armory. Essentially, its a concrete block building about the size of a gymnasium with a parking lot on three sides. Inside the building is the crown jewel of the Jalopyrama about 25 hand-picked cars with varying degrees of historical significance. Outside, the parking lot is packed with previous indoor honorees and other traditional hot rods and customs mostly great examples and only a very few that arent a great mix. The result is a certain duality that is really charming. Im a small car show guy to begin with and the Jalopyrama offers two small shows in one, where the outside is a mixed bag of personality as great cars sit next to decent ones and the guy running the PA is just a regular local guy trying to tend to a massive list of charitable auctions. Meanwhile, the inside is more serious. Not stuffy, but quiet and a little dark. Its more casual that an actual indoor car show and as such, the cars look more natural, more realistic. It really is something to be seen. What it all boils down to is this: Small car shows are it. When you leave a massive car show full of people and cars, you leave exhausted and terrified of what you have become a statistic in a demographic spreadsheet somewhere. When you leave a small car show like the Jalopyrama, you leave with a quaint and personal memory based on the like-minded people you saw again or met for the first time. Blake and I left the Jalopyrama with smiles on our faces and clear heads. Clear enough that we were able to bite the dog that bit us so hard the night before. Per Mikes enthusiastic recommendation, we made a beeline for the Middleton Tavern (established in 1750) for a single, cold draft beer and a steak dinner, followed by a scenic stroll around the historic town with our cameras... then ice cream and college football back in the hotel room. No harm, no foul. And thats that. A couple of Texans went up to Maryland, met some damned swell Yankees, and had a ball. Thank god we accepted the invite, the hospitality, and all the swell advice we were given!