SEMA 2009: Over and Out!

So the reports about the death of SEMA had been greatly exaggerated. We hope y’all enjoyed our coverage, because we had one hell of a time posting it. Personally, it was awesome to be back in a little room typing, swearing, and laughing with my Seattle crew, and getting to watch them sing along with the with the balloon artist/guitar player/one-man-band at Terrible’s was just brilliant. SEMA is a wonderful reminder of why we bust our knuckles covering cars and car culture, and I love, love, love it. Rob and Jen are in the air right now, and I hope that Jim—who I apparently offended with the unprintable way I express myself—is asleep on a plane headed back to the Great Northeast. I am ready to fall down and sleep off this whole week, which might happen soon, because soldier Michelle—who could pilot a semi truck through the eye of a needle—has been charged with the unfortunate assignment of driving my drunken ass back to California. After Rob, Jen, and I sober up, we’ll be posting all of our SEMA cleanup coverage, so stay tuned, and thanks for reading! Viva SEMA!