Each year on the Easter weekend we make the trek north to New England where my wife's family holds an annual gathering. How lucky for me when I married into this clan that the week after Easter just happens to be the week when the New York International Auto Show is held. So each year on the way home from New England we stop off in Manhattan and I step out of reality into the gearhead's proverbial candy store called the Jacob Javits Center. Within these walls of glass and concrete are roughly 1.5 million square feet of automotive dreams and fantasies, all dangled before you on the other side of velvet ropes and "stay off the exhibit" signs. While there are many cars and trucks that you are allowed to have a tactile experience with, all of the ones that effect hormone inbalance and the groping for words to find the mechanical equivalent for sexual arousal are kept neatly just out of your reach. For the examples I just cited its probably for very good reason. Even though I ask myself each spring "Do you really need to go every year?" to which I will reply, "I could miss it one year without a fuss"...the draw on Monday morning as I drive southward towards home is beyond magnetic, indeed it could be described as visceral and haunting but as you look forward through the pictures you may understand why. This is the place where I come face to face with all those things I would otherwise only see in a magazine. To see them gleaming under bright lights a few mere feet away is a kind of confirmation that they really do exist. While most will never be an attainable dream, its probably the gearhead's equivalent of meeting a celebrity.