As Cody and I pulled in to the parking lot, it was as though we had arrived just in time for the monthly vintage get-together. A dozen or so cars sat in the parking lot, each one different from the next, and each one holding their own against the others. I stepped out of my car and was simply unable to wipe the grin off my face. Immediately, I was caught by a beautiful red and black Alpina widebody 1600. It was perfect from front to rear, and screamed vintage motorsport with every bump and curve the body possessed. The badge on the grille proved it had been pushed to the limit every day since the year it was built.