My first car show was in Bartel Hall, downtown Kansas City, the same place that housed the circus. I remember this because one in particular remains vividly burnt into my questionable memory. Circus, that is. That day I learned just what mayhem erupts when the topmost elephant of a five elephant pyramid chooses to empty its impressively ample bladder on the lower mastodons. and clowns, and ringmaster, and cute kids who got chosen over me to go down and assist. Ahhhh, car shows