Recession Blues: Penniless (and clueless) at the auto show
Since we got in the car, the boys have been speaking in acronyms. I understand every fourth word or so—“sucks,” “awesome,” “I disagree.” They might as well be speaking Japanese.
I knew I was in for this. I know nothing about cars. Nothing. If you asked me what kind of car I was standing in front of, I would say, "Blue." Since my boyfriend is a gearhead, I have since learned to fake my way to a plausible answer by learning the various logos. Models elude me, unless they're stamped on the trunk. Specs? Forget it. They have four wheels and an engine. They go. This is the sum of my knowledge and, if I'm honest, interest.
So then why would I be here, on my way to the North American International Auto Show at Cobo Arena? Like a jock on his way to Comicon, like a Trekkie watching the super bowl, I am on a safari adventure into how the other half lives. I fully expected to do a lot of clueless, good-natured nodding, very little contributing to conversation and swallowing my outrage during sticker shock.
I am a fan of clean commutes, so I was pretty stoked about seeing the green cars — the Teslas, the Smart cars, the hybrid engines—even the elusive and much-hyped Chevy Volt. And they were all impressive - the Tesla most of all, with its entirely touchscreen interface.
They weren’t the highlight of my trip, however. Curiously, I went just as wild about the concept cars and multi-thousand-dollar showroom beauties as the boys did. After two hours of wandering around a showroom, getting in and out of seats, pushing buttons, asking questions
I began to actually appreciate cars. If you haven’t had a chance to attend, I offer this breakdown of the Best in Shows.
Prettiest car: Maserati
Car I’ll have a hard time not buying when my current ride expires: The Volvo S40.
Most impressive: Audi R8.
Company with the most auspicious view of the future: Toyota
Prettiest display: Volkswagon.
Most fun: The yellow Camaro