I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days…that I’m glad to see again….This is a personal note to start, if you will indulge me. Some of you know I live in Summerland, California, a sweet, strange village sandwiched between opulent and extraordinary Montecito and wonderful and eccentric Carpenteria. We are part of that near-idyllic cluster of towns from Carp through Summerland,
Well, it’s that time of year again and it was my first real outing after that year long vacation and all I can say is not much has changed with the exception of “The Speculators have left the building!” As I’ve been saying the collector car market hit its peak of speculation in 2016 and has been on a glide path down ever since…
Stephen Grisanti grew up in an apartment in Mt. Vernon, NY. At the time, his experience with cars was limited to joyfully washing and waxing his dad’s Cadillac. He did a really good job. His dad got a kick out of young Stephen sliding off the highly Armoralled seats. Stephen’s first transportation was his much-loved white “Ross Professional” bicycle, which shone just as brightly as his daddy’s Caddy.
With the 2018 auction year opener now in history books, it’s safe to say little history was made. But observations can be – as hopefully you have read in Kevin Watts’ commentary earlier in this issue. Without further ado, here are the results.