The other day I was driving back to Ft Bragg and had to stop at a red light in Sanford. I look over at the car next to and see a really old women driving, a guy that looked 90 in the passenger, and another old lady on oxygen in the back. The guy rolls down the window and ask me what kind of car it is. I end up having to tell him 3 times yelling at the top of my lungs. He told that I had one of the nicest cars he had ever seen. That felt really good, because as long as he's been around I'm sure he's seen some pretty nice cars.