The Voisin C20 I told you about on Saturday? The 2009 Amelia Island Concours d’Elegance “Best In Show” winner sold for a world record $2.75 million dollars. More after the jump.

Why, yes; that is an entire row of Porsche 917s you're seeing.

Sunday, March 14, was the 15th annual Amelia Island Concours d’Elegance, which yours truly attended for the third year. The event has grown from a regional show to one of international merit, and the cars seem to get better every single year. No matter what era or type of car you’re into, you’ll find the best examples at Amelia Island; it’s become the Eastern U.S. equivalent to Pebble Beach.

I’ll be putting up articles about some of the cars featured over the next few weeks, but here are a few teaser shots. Ever wondered what a party with 18,000 of your closest gear head friends would look like? How about if they brought 275 of the finest classic, street and race cars ever produced. Well, it would look something like these pics, after the jump:

The Falcon gets a bad rap. Ford’s ’60s entry-level ride has been called frumpy, plain, and just plain ugly. I love it. It’s classic, sleek, and simple and looks better than many later designs, even the venerable Mustang. This bright-yellow beast has a 260 ci. V-8 and three-speed column-shifted manual. It’s riding on new, lowered suspension, and has spanking-new paint inside and out. The stance on this one is just perfect and I’d love to add it to my stable and maybe even use it as a daily driver. Alas, it’s not meant for me, but perhaps you can be the proud new owner of this beauty.

Source: eBay

Beware fellow autonauts, for this be a forsaken land full of sorrow and heartache. Even the bold tremble and quake at the horrors that lie beyond these gates. If you choose to enter, be forewarned. You may not return.

In the beginning, Saabs were sleek, teardrop-shaped machines that sliced through the wind. Behold the SAAB 92001, or Ursaab. It’s the product of postwar aircraft designers, pure form following function. And it’s gorgeous.

The Ursaab was designed in the late ’40s by a team of engineers at aircraft manufacturer SAAB, led by the incredibly named Gunnar Ljungström. The thing had a monocoque chassis, 108-inch wheelbase, and 50-percent less drag than any other car produced at the time. It was powered by a transverse mounted two-stroke engine driving the font wheels. Seems run-of-the mill today, but this was 1946, a time when most cars rode on ladder frames and bullied their way through wind.

The original 92001 clocked 329,000 miles in testing, mostly on rutted forest roads in Sweden. Three years and several prototypes later, the Saab 92 went into production.

Saab savior Spyker says that they want to return to those streamlined roots for the upcoming Saab 9-2 luxury compact. I can’t wait to see what they come up with.

Source: Autoblog

Ok, this is kinda freakin’ me out because this is the second compact car I’m writing about today. First it was the Fiat 500 695 Tributo and now this. What you see before you is a 1972 Honda 600 and damn if it isn’t the smallest thing to roll past my eyeballs in quite some time. I found this little guy over at Hemmings and I’m simply amazed at what a compact package this is.

Vintage muscle cars have a reputation for being the biggest and baddest automobiles to have ever been produced. Names like Charger, GTO and Shelby conjure up visions of tire smoke and hooliganism. Factory lift-off hoods, shakers and air-grabbers were options that were so outrageous that today’s automakers would never even think of offering them, and let us not forget the stories. Mention the word HEMI and it brings up visions of an engine that had almost mystical powers. The real question is, what were they really like and did they live up to all the stories that have been told about them over the years.

Infants learn the rhythm and tone of their native language before they’re born. In fact, newborns from different countries have different cries. My mom brought me home in a 1970 Austin America. I can’t consciously remember it, but it burned an obsession with tiny, quirky hatchbacks into the synapses of my brain.

I play a little game during night drives. I try to identify the make, model, and year of cars by the shape of their taillights or headlights alone. I’m pretty good. See, I have an Asperger’s-like obsession with cars and I’m rarely stumped. So when most of the cars at an auto museum absolutely confound me, I know it’s good. And thus, the Blackhawk Museum in Danville, Ca., is good.

The Blackhawk Museum is tucked in the foothills of Mt. Diablo, technically in Danville, just south of the upscale community of Blackhawk. It was built in ‘88 and has 70,000-square-feet of gallery space. The place may be small, but it’s crammed with a stunning, bizarro collection of contraptions. On average, it houses about 90 cars, most on loan to the museum from private collectors.

And it’s quite a collection, spanning automotive history from the early teens right up through the Malaise. But enough talk, let’s take a look at some of these rides.

1975 Cosworth Vega

The mid-70s were bleak times for any American who considered himself a car enthusiast. The original gas crisis was still fresh in the public’s mind, and it left consumers demanding better mileage over more horsepower. Air pollution was a growing concern, forcing car makers to develop complex, horsepower-robbing emission control systems. Consider this: in 1975, the base Corvette only put out 165 horsepower. The Camaro Z28 had been discontinued, and the biggest motor remaining in the Camaro lineup was only good for 155 horsepower. A good zero to sixty time was anything below ten seconds, and things would grow even worse with the introduction of exhaust-system-clogging catalytic converters in 1976.