Maybe it was just the heat. Or the humidity. Or both. Or maybe it was just me not being 33 years old anymore. Whatever it was, Sunday’s 30th annual Last Fling ’til Spring Car Show felt like the steamiest Last Fling I can remember.

And I was 33 years old for the first one. And I have made it to all but one of the 30. Don’t do the math, please...

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