Hey, what's happening? Come here, I want to tell you about this car's torque curve.

Seoul. Apparently they have amazing internet connections there. And a car show every now and then. I really like this first car attendant. She’s just got something about her. Imagine she was selling you a car; you’d order more extras than the director of Ben Hur.

One more lovely Seoul motor show girl after the jump.

Nice. She is actively disinterested in you.

How things change. ABS brakes, traction control, cars that start every time. Mini skirts, less-awful hairstyles and daring fashion. Obviously one thing that doesn’t change is our fascination with motors, our interest in the opposite sex, and, when possible, those two things combined.

Two more pics await you for just clicking here:

Still with us? Good. Last one for the day:

And we’re good. Chat tomorrow.

Ciro De Siena

If you’ve never visited a motor show in South Africa you haven’t missed terribly much. Oh don’t get us wrong, it’s a party if you’re a journalist, but if you’re a paying member of the public, it’s awful. You won’t even see the vehicles amongst the hordes of onlookers, nevermind actually get into one. You will have to endure an endless stream of twats trying desperately to chat-up the motorshow girls and you will never find a bathroom. Ever. But, if you find yourself overseas while a motor show is on the go, be sure to pop in. It is the next level. This lovely Fiat and it’s minder hail from Geneva.

One or two more pics after the jump:

Okay, one more. Why not.

Not that it matters, but any idea what the car is?

We’ll try do this every week. Honest.