My grandfather likes to go on and on in his thick Slovakian accent about how superior American cars are (I don't get it, either), but he gives me no crap about my Z. And you should've seen the huge grin on his face when I finally drove it up there to visit him last year. My grandmother surprised me when she informed me that when I'm ready to sell it, she wants to buy it! I told her I'll help her find her own. ;-)