While you suckers were slogging earnestly through your literary fiction and creative non-fiction, we were in motoparadise, the North American Intenational Automobile Show in the city we like better every time we’re up there, Detroit. Boy, do they know how to do an auto show up there. Concept cars, statuesque models in lamé, knowledgeable floor people at the flick of a finger, and almost every model of every car. (Infiniti seemed not to be there, but that was about it) Sensory overload reigned. There really is no reason to go to the unbelievably lame local show when there’s the NAIAS four hours away and the Chicago show just a half hour farther.
Flirting with the idea of a Mini Countryman does not mean that we are giving up the Wolfecycle. Especially not on the very weekend that the Revered Institution qualified for Gold Status as a bicycle friendly location. But there is a special pleasure in staring up close at a Bentley Mulsanne, imagining oneself driving through the book drop at the PLCH in such a godly vehicle, and we find it not at all shameful.