In the Classic Center, "if you have to ask"-priced vintage Benzes produce copious drool in onlookers. In the secret "Holy Halls," you'd better bring a bib. Right when you walk in, you're greeted with the ludicrous road-going CLK GTR roadster. This is madness.
In the back of one of the Holy Halls, like a honeycomb made by octagonally-challenged bees, old F1 cars are stacked in crates. In front of them, touring cars wear ill-fitting car covers. Sir Stirling Moss's old 300 SLR casually hangs out on a lift. Again, this is madness.
Come along with us, and sorry about all the slobber.