Spending Labor Day at Lime Rock's Vintage Festival

I must say I am not a fan of motorsports. It’s not as glamorous as one might expect. For modern racecars to compete, their shape requires all kinds of aerodynamic appendages and wings, detracting from the beautiful streamlined shapes that graced the racing cars of 50 years ago. Then there’s the noise. Contemporary racing automobiles are astoundingly, ear-splittingly loud, threatening to explode your eardrums with the roar of their engines.

However, like most people, I do admire and enjoy cars, whether it is the sedan I drive every day, or the exotic beauty I admire in the parking lot at work. And I do love a day out in the country. Since the Lime Rock Park Vintage Festival offers both of these ingredients, I haven’t missed it in years.

Lime Rock is busy for much of the year with club events, when enthusiasts for a particular brand take over. But for four weekends a year, Lime Rock Park morphs into an impressive racing track, where Nascar stock cars compete, different competition cars run under the Grand-Am banner, and the track hosts the American Le Mans Series. And of course, there is the Vintage Festival, which spans Labor Day weekend, featuring touring and racing cars dating from pre-World War II to the 1970s. In its 27th year, the festival provides the opportunity to watch an eclectic mix of races and cars, from 80-year-old three-wheeled Morgans that first appeared in 1909 to the famous sports cars that raced at all the great events in the ’70s. Some of the cars travel at unnatural speeds, while others are more sedate. But all of them are beautiful and streamlined—the Ferrari GTOs and Aston Martins and Jaguars—and they are all obviously driven with skill and with passion.

Divided into six to eight different categories depending on the year and type of car, races take place on Friday, Saturday, and Monday. Most are “sprint” races, roughly ten laps around the 1.53-mile track, but new this year are two “enduro” races, which each last one hour.

At Lime Rock I have usually gravitated to the hillside above the series of sinuous curves known appropriately enough as Esses. Spectators have the choice of viewing the races from this infield spectator area or from the outfield spectator area, near the finish line.