(This poor quality picture constitutes my entire coverage of the tuner section)
Taking the esco downstairs is like going from Heaven to Valhalla. It's the same idea, but a completely different execution. Upon arriving in this value-added paradise I knew it was much more my speed. The main floor is packed with high-dollar artwork that will probably never see the open road, along with an insane quantity of people. Still, all that perfection and primping, pomp and circumstance for cars you know will be trailer queens is a bit disappointing. In the belly of the beast that is Cobo, the cars get driven hard and put away wet. Duct tape is allowed and creativity and McGyvering are encouraged. Here, everything pretty much falls into two categories: ricers and vintage rods. Guess which ones I care about. Get ready for the best part of the show kids.
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