TORONTO, ONTARIO -- If a 605-horsepower, 390-cubic-inch all-aluminum V-10 engine, and a 6-speed transaxle with limited-slip differential works up a lather, then the Auto Show is for you. Even if projectile headlights don't make you quiver, you're likely to find plenty of interest. So it was when I joined two boys and their grandfather on a quest for automotive Shangri-la.
Making our way past vendors on the periphery, we finally reached the big top. General Motors was rolling out its show, complete with drum rolls, a performance biker, and a cheerleading MC. Beyond, other manufacturers diplayed their metallic jewels of dazzling mechanics. I was overwhelmed by a world to which I normally pay little mind. And I liked it.
I learned about hydrogen-powered cars, and sensors that alert a driver to obstables. I admired the va-va-voom of a Maseratti racer, and the discrete lines of an Aston Martin. I marvelled over concept cars of the future, and the marketing breadth of Volkswagen.
The Rabbit was back. And breeding.
Coming across a petting zoo of, why rabbits, we wished we weren't so old for the day care centre of which it formed a part. So we delighted in finding couches on which to view global ads of brilliant humour. One ad presented stereotypes, only to be discouraged by a Bavarian in lederhosen. Another ad showed alley cats hunting a VW, its puzzled driver unaware that Speedy González was mooning out the back window. We continued roaming and came across a Lucite factory, rolling out toy VW's on an "assembly line", to the delight of the young.
Marketing experts start them so early.
Car buffs welcomed here for more photos!
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