In the same complex as The Henry Ford is the Automotive Hall of Fame. Great exhibits of the men and women that built the industry. Exhibits talk about those folk and show how they live. Replica labs and offices show just how far technology has come since the auto industry got started.

Cars are also the stars and — this is shocking — there are foreign cars here.

The biggest surprise was the mural in the entry lobby. There was a sketch of a long-gone San Diego landmark: the tall, sweeping sign that once stood at Grahalva Buick. Each of the fish-shaped sweeps held a letter of B-U-I-C-K. In the 1970s, Buick went away, replaced by H-O-N-D-A. Neat that the words have the same number of letters. The building is still there but the sign has disappeared; it’s located just east of where El Cajon Boulevard meets Interstate 805.

Allow a couple of hours; my plan was to see the Hall of Fame, then go to Greenfield Village, which is on the other side of The Henry Ford. It all worked out, but my feet were pretty tired at the end of the day.