I can just picture a woman with a stroller and four kids going between your car and the “wagon” so they can look everything over. “Whoops - sorry about that scratch on your car”, she says. I’d move somewhere else. IMO.
I was trapped couldn’t go backwards or forwards the only way out was to the right and it was blocked by platform and band. It was horrible the saving grace was plenty of room on the other side of the wagon.
There were more than 20 cars in the class including four 58 bel air/ impales. No “W” motors but only one red wagon. Red wagon guy had a stepladder in the bed he set it up in the back for kiddies and local flat bellies to climb up and pose for pics.