Too many car show attendees are obsessed with paint.
At previous NEC Classics I saw worrying numbers of visitors standing over people's P&Js giggling and rubbing their fingers over flaws on the panels like it was the greatest offence in the world. It's really, really, really sad.
At one of the last shows I took my Amazon to, I had one 'fellow enthusiast' with a Morris Minor more or less condemned it as scrap because it didn't have a concours paint job. "Well, it runs, dunnit?" Patronising arsehole. Sorry I couldn't spend all my spare income rubbing polish into every nook and cranny; I was too busy repairing and driving it.
Bear in mind my Volvo was sound underneath, had passed the MoT with no advisories and didn't have tyreleader's cheapest boots on.
I despise the shiny paint, shit tyres brigade - they can never keep their fucking views to themselves. It's concours or scrap as far as they're concerned. They're one of the many reasons why I stopped taking my cars to shows. People couldn't give a toss about 80s stuff, so they leave the Piazza alone. It's not a Ford, Jaguar, MG or wobbed up VW, you see.