Like lemmings, we followed Rick Wagoner out the back door of the Grand Traverse Resort, stepping into the warmth of the midmorning sunshine and wending our way down to the yellow tent area.
The engineers, consultants and executives in our number went to enjoy the smoothie break. But we reporters followed Wagoner, crowding as close to him as we could, to where a red prototype of the 2009 Camaro was cordoned off between a gray 2007 Chevrolet Aveo and a darker gray 2007 Silverado.
There's nothing like a good old-fashioned scrum, where dozens of reporters with microphones and notebooks elbow each other for position, straining to hear what's being said. This kind of gang reporting is definitely a contact sport.
Ah, we had him right where Steve Harris wanted us.