Imagine being swept along in a flow of people, all heading toward some central point. The people are all types; old, young, male, female, adult, and child. There are many of them; all pushing and excited. But what is it they are dying to see? Cars. Hundreds of new cars, all gloriously painted and waxed. Some are family cars; nothing special. But some are wonderfully exotic and high tech; from a car coated in silicon which can rotate 360 degrees, to a portable home office. Some are delightfully modern, yet classic; from a sleek yellow Corvette, to a classy Jaguar.
But cars are not the only thing to see. Each car is not only equipped with st
ate of the art technology, but also with state of the art women. Some elegantly rest their delicately gloved hand on the side mirror as the car slowly revolves on a raised platform. Some drape themselves seductively over the hood. Some, such as the Dodge girls, give a spectacular show, flinging about bubbles with reckless abandon, even as they bend over in crop-tops and daisy dukes, water guns at the ready. And later, with a change of outfit, they boldly face the crowd, pouting seductively in black and red vinyl. Perhaps this is where the real attraction is; at least it seems to be, judging from the hordes of camera wielding geeks hell-bent on getting just the right shot.
