Random Observations Stumbling Across The SEMA Show Floor

By John Naderi

John Naderi

Hello, Vegas. Did you miss me? This joint is like some sort of cruel mistress for me and she likes it rough, if you know what I’m saying. It’s not even Day One and already I feel like a past-her-prime, ridden-hard-and-put-away-wet Glitter Gulch cocktail waitress who’s sucked down one too many Chesterfield’s in her time. In Blogville terms I’m eons late to this game having already been crushed by the likes of Boss Man Rob, John “10 Jameson’s Deep” Coyle, Jim (have yet to nickname him) Brennan and that smarmy little minx, Jen Dunnaway (I’m warning you, Dunnaway, Stay away from my Honda Booth!). This may be my first and only blog as the cocktail of cheap vodka, cold medicine, exhaustion and the smell of desperation may leave me face down in a steaming pile of a $3.99 all-you-can-eat buffet. Hit the jump to see some of what I saw as I try to get found in Lost Wages. Viva, SEMA!

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