When we travel to antique engine shows, the community we find there are all about each other and not concerned with the almighty “self.” Our friends from all over, and we maybe see them once or twice a year, gather us in and make us feel like we’ve been camping together for weeks. Forgot the gas? A full can appears. Battery died? It’s over charging on someone’s pick-up battery. Need water? A five-gallon bucket appears. Can’t get the awning up by yourself? A host of help has it up and secure in minutes.
When there is a need, people notice and act. And we do the same, and when the show is over and the spectators gone, we gather around for a provided BBQ and homemade ice-cream because one engine has been cranking it out all afternoon. Fellowship at its finest.