"In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks." - Scott Adams

This week is the annual car show in Geneva, and it’s right next to our apartment. So we get to avoid the traffic and parking mess… if we had a car. Ironic. We went bright and early on Sunday morning to avoid the main crowds.

Since we’re in the market for two cars this year, it was fun to be able to compare the models all in one place. We’re still deciding between a Maserati and Alpha Romeo. Or maybe we’ll just get one of each. 

John found the Prius he’s dying to have, and we got in that one twice. And then I hopped in to the driver’s seat of the $50k car I’m not going to get. When we got home we did some research on the cars we liked, and they just don’t look quite as nice on Craig’s List. 

The car show also means we have security on our street every day from about 8am to 8pm. Glad John is at least safe during the day!