No Fixed Abode: Auto Shows In The Time Of Icebergs

I left Detroit at 4:51AM on Tuesday morning, pointed south for a three-hour drive that would terminate with the beginning of my workday. I could have taken the morning off, but I like to surround my auto shows with a little bit of deliberate misery, lest I inadvertently become too comfortable in the entirely artificial universe of public relations and journalist-pampering that seems to gain … Continue reading No Fixed Abode: Auto Shows In The Time Of Icebergs