I still recall a friend telling me about this big trade show he’d just returned from, summing it up by saying, “You’d lose your bleeping mind.” He wasn’t really a car guy, but I’d infected him a bit, so he knew what he’d experienced was my version of the proverbial candy store.
This was back around 1993. I was in my mid-20s, and though I’d been reading Hot Rod and Car Craft since about the fourth grade, I’d never heard of this “SEMA Show.”
Picking over the logoed key chains, pens, and other tchotchkes he’d grabbed at the show, it started to become clear that this was a place for the Edelbrocks and Holleys of the aftermarket world, and not some gathering for vendors of oil filters and rebuilt master…
