Nice cars

By the time the first engines rolled into town, Moncton felt like it was holding its breath—in the best way. The 2025 Atlantic Nationals, running July 9–13, transformed the city into something electric, with over 2,500 classic cars pouring in from every direction, each one carrying its own history, its own personality. I spent the days weaving through the city, camera always within reach, chasing light and motion. Every street offered something new: flawless restorations glinting in the sun, well-loved cruisers idling at crosswalks, strangers striking up conversations like old friends because cars have a way of doing that. Moncton didn’t just host the event—it became the event. And then there was Friday night downtown. That’s when everything clicked. As daylight faded, Main Street lit up with neon, reflections dancing across chrome and polished paint. Engines rumbled low and steady, music and laughter spilling onto the sidewalks. I moved through the crowd, capturing moments that felt timeless—cars framed by city lights, people leaning in close to talk over the noise, the unmistakable feeling that this night mattered. By the end of the weekend, my feet were sore and my memory cards were full, but I didn’t want it to end. It wasn’t just about the cars—though they were spectacular. It was about the way the city came alive, the way strangers shared space and stories, and how, for a few perfect days in July, Moncton turned into a rolling, roaring celebration I won’t forget anytime soon. 🚗✨