I've been serenaded by Bryan Adams,watched waiters scoot by with drinks on silver platters, and nestled my exhausted self into a Rolls Royce Phantom.
I think I've discovered the lifestyle to which I would like to become accustomed.
Then again, I've seen a bunch of bulls descend on Cobo Hall (and two of them getting a little affectionate with each other), which does qualify as my first rodeo, I suppose, but I doubt there will be a second.
Dear, patient Nika continues to point out the subtle (and not so subtle) differences between a two door and a four door - I'm not as stupid as that sounds. Manufacturers have more secrets compartments and doohickeys on these cars than a Bond movie.
I love the smell of testosterone in the afternoon - and it's a good thing. Besides being outnumbered by an alarming number of grey suits, virtually every car and truck has been butched up so that even the tiniest look like sneering little tough guys.