Saturday morning. Matt and I reluctantly arose from sleep and yawned our way from the hotel to The Windsor Court. Just like the previous morning, we watched as others slowly made their ways from their rooms to the lobby; then to the garage. Once the majority was rounded up, they were escorted by local law enforcement to the place where the concourso would be held. (So unlike a writer but so signature of my personality, I cant remember the name of the place; it was huge though. I recall someone mentioning that it once belonged to a wealthy family who donated the entire estate, to be used for public events events just like this one). As I mentioned, the place was huge. Tremendous. Palatial. Meticulously kept, to boot. By the time Matt and I arrived, there were already some cars there. Dan Heards red Enzo, his F40, his 288 GTO. A black F50, Roland Linders F40 LM and another 288 GTO were also there. They were all on the same lawn; and that was one of the smaller lawns ! Later on, the super car class was filled out by Rays yellow Enzo, another F40, a 512 BBi (dont ask, Im not sure, either) Monte Shaletts open-wheeled 12-cylinder racecar and Michael Schumachers 2002 Formula 1 racecar. The view from the balcony of the mansion was awe-inspiring. The lawn closest to the super car class lawn was the lawn for the twelves. I was lucky enough to be asked to help in assisting the owners to park these beasts. A white Testarossa at one end, a California blue 550 at the other; Daytonas, TRs, 512 BBis, a 456 and a 412i were in between. All carefully and delicately pampered for the show, the different colors and shapes stung my brain like cool rain on hot skin. An inviting assortment of different cars from different eras. That day, the privilege wasnt only in owning; it was also in observing. The front lawn the biggest of them all was host to the 3 series cars: 308s, 328s, 348s, 355s and 360s. From light blue to dark red, green to yellow, black to white, it was a sight like none Id ever seen before. Right in front of the mansion, before the lawns vastness stretched itself out, was a water fountain. Around the water fountain were parked, Jim Spiros 330 TRI/LM, Montes Breadvan, the 360 GT and a 333 SP. Where and when would I ever see these four cars in the same place at the same time again ? Never. After about an hour or so of wandering around, taking pictures and talking with different people, it was time for the judges meeting. Now, I know what youre thinking, why would that concern me ? Well, thanks to John, I was lucky enough to be a part of that meeting. So much a part of it that I was chosen, along with Paul Wehmer, to judge the 360 class. No. Im not kidding. Judging was a different kind of awesome. Not the blood-pumping, what-a-rush, in your face thrill of barreling down the straight in a 41-year old one-off Ferrari, but something more lasting, in that it will be useful in the future; the beginning of a learning experience. Paul and I had never judged before, so we took our cheat sheets and did the best we could. I still cant find the 360s serial number on the engine, but that will come in time, Im sure. Right around the time Paul and I finished, lunch was being served and we began to see people walking around with little plates and cups. It was time to eat. I took a quick trip over to the eating wing of the estate, grabbed a coke and made a mad dash for the super cars lawn. I had the chance to shoot the breeze with Dan Heard, who was really nice. So nice, in fact, that I didnt even approach him; he approached me. While admiring his newest and most gorgeous acquisition, he came over to me and apologized for not having enough time to chat at the track, the day before. I couldnt even believe that he remembered I was talking to him, let alone that he was talking to me now. Who knew that even multiple, high-end, exotic owners are approachable and courteous ? Dan and I had a great conversation. His wife even took a picture of us and I got a few shots of him and his Enzo. As the afternoon began to wane, the lawn candy began to dissipate. Slowly, all the Ferraris relocated back to The Windsor Court. Except the Breadvan. I was fortunate enough to stay back, hang out and help Monte with the Breadvan. Pablo, one of Kellys friends, was the guy who was hauling this thing back and forth for Monte for the events. So Pablo, Monte and I hung out, bringing his cars back and forth. Monte was really cool and we talked about all sorts of cars. The coolest thing about Monte even beyond owning the Breadvan is that he owns the cars he owns because he likes them. Through and through, hes still an enthusiast and it wasnt hard to see that when he spoke. He doesnt own the Breadvan because its an investment or because hes trying to flip it; he owns it because he wants to. Hes all about the cars. Thats just plain awesome. After helping Monte unload the Breadvan, Pablo split. Monte volunteered to drive me back to my hotel. No, you dont have to read that again, you read it right the first time. Monte drove me back to my hotel. We chewed the fat about cars and such the whole way back like we were old friends. Meeting Monte was a definite highlight of my weekend. Matt was already back at the hotel. Good, too, cause we needed to get ready. Matt had a tuxedo; I, a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. 8PM began the Black Tie Ball on the Bourbon Street Balcony, which is exactly how it was advertised in the invitation. Very humble, if you ask me; it shouldve been DEScribed as something like: Black tie ball with exclusive Ferrari beads on Bourbon Street balcony, resulting in a wild, unforgettable evening. And even then, thats being euphemistic. But thats for tomorrows story, the 8th and final part of the FFQC saga.