So That’s What an Auto Show Is Like

A First-Timer Hits the Convention Center, So You Don’t Have To

Like every Angeleno, I use the crap out of my car, but before this weekend I’d never been to an auto show. I suppose I expected scantily clad women draped across car hoods and hordes of men gawking at them, but the LA Auto Show wasn’t like that at all. Sure, in the Convention Center’s lower hall, where a lot of souped-up, fast-and-furious types of cars were on display, the women exhibitors wore really short dresses and really tall heels, but as I moved upstairs into the upscale parts, the …