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Every Saturday morning, fickle Pacific Northwest weather allowing, spectators from all over the greater Seattle area (and sometimes beyond) converge on Redmond Town Center for a masterfully organized exotic car event. While some dealerships bring in display cars, for the most part the point of Exotics @ RTC, as it’s known, is for ordinary people to bring in own their recently detailed, show-ready, rare cars for other enthusiasts to see.
I’m not a car person, but I’d like to be. I’m working on it. It’s been something of a drawn-out, slow-burn awakening for me, from the days I drove a 143 horsepower Honda Civic in Houston to the present, landing in a niche coupe and more than tripling my power since.
And I’ve discovered I love hearing people talk about their car passions almost as much as I love being behind the wheel of a V8: their favorite roads, their modifications, their brand loyalties, the driving experience they seek, and most of all what design elements make their hearts skip a beat. I’m drawn to a squat, swoopy, mean-as-fuck silhouette, and lucky me — there are just so many cars at RTC that fit the bill.
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It’s a steep, guardrail-free drive to the top of Hurricane Ridge on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula, so all spring my boyfriend & I watched road closure notices and the Ridge webcam to see when things would clear up enough for us to make the drive. And in May we eventually did - bringing a bike-laden Mustang with us.
Last time we were here together, we made the trip in a V6 rental Mustang…then a substitute for my boyfriends’s mirror-black, GT baby (above).
Walk walk fashion baby.
I bet the view from the visitor center is eerie at night.
Either I am a Disney princess or the deer are fearless here, because within 3 minutes of parking, this bold baby walked up and posed for photos before clip-clopping into the valley below and curling up in some shrubs.
Unintentional color coordination with a Penfield flannel.
There’s nothing out there quite like the cool blue tones & jagged peaks of Hurricane Ridge. And that crisp air! - wish I could bottle it up for a dreary Monday.