The cost of a single ticket to the North American International Auto Show’s Charity Preview, aka the Charity Preview or Car Prom, is $300, of which $290 is tax-deductible. That means the event is only spending about $10 per head, in the form of inexpensive champagne in plastic flutes, which is almost impossible to get. Not that anyone complains — it’s supposedly the biggest one-night money-raiser in the world, and a night when you can wear black tie. Or just fall out in random sparkles and, y’know, whatever floats your boat:
Alan gets a ticket as a reward for having spent nearly every waking hour at work for the past week; he worked all last weekend, left the house Monday at 6 a.m. and didn’t return until 11:30 p.m., and — you get the idea. It was a busy week, and the pregaming started at a local hotel bar, after which we went down to Cobo on the People Mover.
I think it’s the lighting that makes everyone look a little glittery and hallucinogenic. That shade of purple could go on a subcompact, but I think I noticed her because she wasn’t in black. Formal events are starting to look like dressy funerals.
This is my fourth auto show, and second charity preview, and while I spent my time climbing in and out of cars, I was mainly looking for people. I think I’d like this woman; it takes confidence to swig beer out of the bottle while wearing formalwear.
This was a Chevy Spark, and OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED THAT WOMAN THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD. CARRYING A PARASOL.
A pickup bed makes a handy place to drop your evening bag for a moment.
But Nance, I hear you saying, what about the cars? Did you see any cars? Of course I did. Here’s the Hot Wheels edition of the Chevy Camaro:
Because once an American male gets a job, someone will try to sell his childhood back to him. And here’s a
Mercury Lincoln concept; can’t remember what selection of letters and numbers:
Let’s see what we can see when the open side rotates around on the turntable.
See that thing between the back seats? It’s a refrigerator. There’s a famous anecdote about some executive at one of the Big 3, crowing that the American car industry forced cup-holders upon BMW and Mercedes. Wait until they learn they’re falling behind on the Refrigerator Gap.
Here’s the Cadillac version of the Volt, with the usual furiously changing video wall exploding behind it.
“I don’t care if you always wanted one, Bob, if it doesn’t have hat storage it’s a deal-breaker.”
Finally, the car everyone was talking about. Detroiters care deeply about the Corvette. Yeah, yeah, iconic American muscle car, but seriously. I would drive a Corvette if I were, ohhhh, a Hollywood-based screenwriter surrounded by Priuses and BMWs, but I would do it just to bug people. That’s a lot of money to pay to be a jerk, but it might be worth it.
There are approximately a million other pictures of the new out there, so let’s crop the car out and just take a look at the crowd. Nice gams on the product specialists, eh?
Farewell from the Motor City. My feet hurt.
In bloggage today, a great read for Inauguration weekend from the WashPost — one town (Fremont, Ohio) divided red and blue. It captures the crazy paranoia and depression everyone who doesn’t live in a navy-blue state has seen with their own eyes.
The Obamas at the halfway point: How the change has gone.
Baby farm animal power rankings. I’m on team baby goat.
It’s going to be a crazy week around these parts. If I don’t show up one day, no need to send the search parties. I just have a busy few days ahead.