Memory snapshots from Detroit auto shows of my youth: Datsuns parked on candy-red carpet, begging my dad to buy a Renault Alliance (wisely, he bought another Oldsmobile), a Bitter SC, panhandlers in the stairways at Cobo Hall, steam pluming from the manhole covers in a dark, frigid city that the sun seemed to have forgotten. […]

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