I’ve been a part of the Arizona Concours d’Elegance since day one, four years ago.
I recall that first year, looking out of my hotel room onto the grass-covered splendor of the courtyard of the Arizona Biltmore. It was pitch black as the first cars entered the field. Within an hour, as the sun was rising, nearly 100 splendid motorcars were on the grass.
While it is visually stunning, the courtyard presents size limitations for the concours organizers. They Read More