The North American International Auto Show is a site to be seen around the country, but in the Detroit area it is a chance for the millions of local auto workers that live here to see what they may be producing and take pride in their company's name. Every year in January, the Cobo Center hosts the Detroit version of the Auto show and every year well over a half million people make the trip to the venue to take in the glory. This is a show for everyone, even the little ones. This years event took place from January 19 thru January 27th. It was a week of beauty, style, and concept. If you are a people watcher there is something here for you. If you are a car aficionado this is your dream, and if you are just looking for your next vehicle this is the place to start. The world has changed a lot. Most people don't know the names of all the cars on the market. Two cars in a family is common. People are busy and don't want to take the time to shop for that perfect car. Families with kids want SUV's. Everyone wants energy efficiency. Instead of asking how much horse power, people are asking how many miles per gallon.

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