Gone Fishin'

That's right. I'm fishin' for the nibbles of truth behind the facade at the Grand National Roadster Show in Los Angeles. Thousands of smiling faces, polishing beautiful rolling sculptures. Step right up and get your ticket. Stroll though the turnstiles and into a dreamscape of chrome and speed. Everyone there has something to sell. My job: Find out what they're really pushing. Agendas run rampant at these events and the stench of snake oil is stifling. This is my element.

I'll be down in the trenches of L.A. for a week, chase my deadline all the way home and hit the road again for another week undercover in Vancouver, Washington. Upon my triumphant return from that assignment, I'll post the results of the adventure here, then it's off to the March Meet, Viva Las Vegas, and some other gigs, so secret that I can't even tell myself about them.

In my absence, I encourage you to enjoy some posts you may have missed, in the SGE archives. Take your time. Savor it. Write a comment, if you're so inclined. But don't worry about me. I'm armed with the Carma of the righteous. I will return with the greasy, grimy truth on film. For your eyes only.

Until then, my friends. Until then...