…yes, I was the girl standing at the New York International Auto Show explaining to passsersby why Ford and Men’s Health Magazine are collaborating to drive an electric car across the country non-stop (except for the time it takes to charge it). A word of advice if you ever find yourself in this position: after you say the words “Electric Car” a few hundred times, your lips lose muscle control and the words start to come out as “Electic Guitar.” Driving one of those across the country would be a neat feat, too.
I don’t have the cascading hair, puckered lips, and six-inch-spike heels of most automative industry spokesmodels (also known as “booth babes”) but it was pretty easy to get the job, since I’m married to the guy who originated the idea. Also, I’m free.
If you’re asking yourself, “How can I learn more about the drive and humanity’s intrigue with – nay, love for – techonology?”, I would refer you to http://www.menshealth.com/techlust/. (Update: the link specifically about the drive is http://menshealth.com/electrifyus)
But if you’re REALLY asking yourself, “What’s it like to stand under bad lighting with a perma-smile on your face in a gigantic convention center filled with shiny cars and competing sounds systems?” I can sum it up in one image… when I finally got home, kicked those damn shoes off, and peeled my bone-dry contact lenses from my eyeballs, my head hit the pillow and I slept for twelve hours straight.
And I’d do it again.