The Zavidovo Golf Club is about to get a major upgrade. The second «Auto-Culture» competition is not about your drab shawarma gatherings by the Moscow Ring Road—it’s a bold Russian response to the Italian Villa d’Este and the American Pebble Beach. The project is ten years old; it has matured, grown bolder, and is now ready to make a statement.

Forget dusty, grandfather’s garages. This year’s exhibit highlight is Insta-Capitalism and pure dopamine. The organizers have brought in cars that seemingly shouldn’t breathe Russian air, but they’ve been trained to. We’re talking about those automotive icons that collectors are willing to give their right arm for: obsessively polished Ferrari 250 series, predatory Jaguar E-Type models that look faster than the speed of sound, and American muscle cars like the Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 or the Dodge Charger Daytona with its wedge nose. From Japan, there are a couple of Godzillas (Nissan Skyline GT-R) and iconic Toyota Supra A80s that the whole world is currently hunting for.

The Soviet block didn’t disappoint either: we’re expecting the museum GAZ-A Aero, which looks like a 1934 UFO, an early ZIS-101, and right-hand-drive marvels from the Japanese auto industry intended for the domestic market, which were never officially imported here. A unique blend of pain and ecstasy is the section celebrating Ducati’s centenary, featuring fiery Panigale V4 R demons and rally beasts.

The categories have been curated to appeal to every kind of enthusiast. Pre-war classics? They’ll be here. Youngtimers that make the old-timers sweat? The Porsche 964 Carrera RS, BMW M3 E30 LTW, and Nissan Pulsar GTI-R are already revving the turbines. Modern hypercars, built like a wing from a Boeing, will blow the minds of any Zoomer. And the nomination from Solid Investments states plainly: forget about crypto, kid—the real flex is buying a rare Pagani Huayra or Bugatti EB110, putting it in a climate-controlled garage, and watching your balance grow while the car just sits there.

Boredom is officially extinct. No more grandparent chaperones. We’ll have bespoke tours where restorers will detail how they brought the bodywork’s geometry back to life after the vehicle was slated for scrapping half a century ago. Walks on retro boats—purely to cool down between contemplating a million things. We’re kicking off a separate activity zone for the younger kids so they don’t distract the adults while they drool over the matte paint. A thick, live sound will be pulsing in the background, because the roar of a Lambo Revuelto engine should only be punctuated by the bass guitar. The day culminates in an awards ceremony. And guess what? This isn’t just an exhibition of old junk anymore. It’s an altar to the gasoline gods, a place you come to pray for perfect welds and seek inspiration.