Hot Imports Night

The roars of modified instant railcars stimulate my senses as I walk towards the Dallas Convention Center, where the 2001 Hot Imports shadow car show is taking place. All around me, groups of anxious car enthusiasts rush towards the convention center. Hundreds of community were already in line, impatiently waiting to buy a tag for the show. Luckily, I had already purchased my ticket online and did not have to wait on this half-mile long line. As I approached the entrance, I was overwhelmed by the natural spring of sounds coming from within.I knew walking in that this will be a day I wouldn t soon forget. As I stood in that cavernous exhibitions hall, my eyes feasted on lines of modified Hondas, Acuras, Mazdas, and other import cars. The car that caught my attention was a lime green 1995 Honda Civic Hatchback, shining radiantly below quaternary strobe lights. This car had an Acura Integra GSR engine in it, a Greddy exhaust system, headers, a turbocharger, intercooler, white ri ms, a dragon decal on the hood, and many other modifications. Behind me I overheard a guy saw dats tight, but there are better cars and I knew he was right.There were endless rows of cars, and each row had its own representation of perfection. The cars were not the only part of the show that caught my attention. Standing by each sponsored car was a girl in her mid twenties vesture every(prenominal)thing but clothes. One girl had on a golden studded bikini, which complemented her Venus-like body and her long flowing blond hair. Her innocent smile and insidious pose made it hard for me to take my eyes off of her. There were also models sitting goat desks signing posters for a modest fee. These were the models that graced the cover of car magazines as well as Playboy.Standing in front of these models would be lines of fans who wanted an autograph and picture. I tried to take a picture of every car model that I saw, unfortunately I ran out of film. When I reached the end of the hal l I was surprised to see a disc jockey spinning break beats on a turntable and a mob of people raving and dancing on a dance bedight as if they were in a nightclub. The music that came from the four giant sized speakers at this area was in time louder than the music that played through with(predicate)out the hall. The strobe lights had a dizzying affect, and my head teacher blurred as I walked through the clustering of people dancing.In one corner of the dance degree, I managed to push through the crowd of mesmerized people to get a glimpse of a short Asian guy, drenched with sweat, wearing flared jeans and a pink polo knit shirt wowing the crowd with his flawless break dancing abilities. As I had predicted, the night was anything but forgettable. I now anxiously await next year s event, which will take place next May. In the meantime, I ll just relive that night in my mind and learn some dance moves so that I can participate on the dance floor instead of standing around recor ding everyone else with a video camera.