Well. . . there are a lot of cars, an awful lot of cars. And a lot of people: babies, toddlers, crumb-crushers, curtain-climbers, rug rats, and an assortment of every other age of child imaginable. Most of them were crying or whining. I felt their pain.
If you are not totally in love with cars in general (like my husband) and have no interest in them other than that they get you to your next destination with a minimum of fuss (like me), you will find it an hour or so of SHEER TORTURE.
On the other hand, if you love sitting in cars and developing an "ass-memory" for the ones you like best, go right ahead and be my guest. You will love it.
The fourth floor (the most crowded) was filled with the glamourous, luxury cars like the Infiniti’s, Jaguars, Mercedes, BMWs, and Acuras. I have to admit the assortment of styles, colors, makes, models, and variety of features is astonishing. I have included pictures of ones that caught my attention for at least five seconds. There are also lots of advertisers handing out literature and a few sales representatives available to answer any questions you might have. Most of them were swamped, however, and it would have been tough to stand in line waiting to talk with them.
Other than that, it’s a lot of walking, pushing, and shoving through big crowds laced with strollers, wheelchairs, motor-heads, football players, men and women in the crux of mid-life crisis. . . and cars. That’s it: just cars. Wear comfortable walking shoes; although the demo areas are mainly padded with cushy carpets, the convention center floor is pretty unforgiving on the feet.