not a charger
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I went to 2 shows this evening. Here is a list of the unsolicited comments I received. Now, when I go to a show or a cruise-in, I go with my best friend, Kevin. He took his Viper, and I took the Scamp. We don't hang around by our cars, because we already know what our cars look like. We walk around the show and keep to ourselves. We never, ever make nasty comments to people about their cars. I'm not sure what's wrong with people, but here's what I heard this evening. Now, remember, we don't hang by our cars. I'll bet, aside from actually driving it, I spent 10 minutes total near my car this evening. :
1) "Nice seat belts" - this from a teenage girl driving a POS old Beetle. She wasn't paying me a compliment, either. She must have something against blue JAS 5 point harnesses.
2) "What the hell is a Scamp?" This from a guy with an 81 Trans Am...and, as if that weren't bad enough, a 301 Turbo powered T/A...now, if that's not nerve, I don't know what is. I mean, dude...granted, it's not a 350 Olds diesel, but it ain't much better.
3) "Does that thing got a Hemi?" Some idiot Harley rider who asked me this while I was filling up at the gas station. When I politely replied "No, it's a 340," said "Sure is a nice day to own a bike," and took off. And please don't ask me to describe the creature that was on the back of his bike. It would keep you awake at night.
4) "Do you have NAWSS or anything like it in there?" A kid, probably 10, who was hovering around the Scamp with his dad while my friend Kevin and I were trying to put the hood back on. When I replied, politely, I might add, "Nope. Doesn't need it," he said, "No NAWSS and only a cassette player? What the hell?" I looked at his dad and said, "You must be so proud that Junior has such fine manners." He grabbed Junior and slunk away.
5) "What an ugly color." This from a guy driving...and I crap you not...a two-tone silver and mint-green Lincoln Mark V. Gee, and I always thought beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but ugly was universal. Guess not.
6) "You know, you misspelled Sublime." Some old guy. Don't know him, don't care to. I told him that SUBLIME was taken, so my vanity plate says SUBLYME. His reply? "Well, it's still spelled wrong." As I walked around that show, I saw him sitting in a white 39 Chevy street rod that appeared to have had the body and paint work done by a drunken, blind man with a can opener and a can of Betty Crocker cake icing. Note to old dude...if you paint your car white, and it still waves "Hello" from 50 feet, you might want to block sand it once more...maybe twice.
Now, to be fair, I got TONS of positive attention...thumbs up, waves, "WOO-HOOs," and even had some cute teenage girls point at the car and wave. I had a blast, despite the idiots, who apparently were concentrated in Southern Summit County and Northern Stark County, Ohio this evening. The Scamp drew a lot of attention despite being next to, in front of, or behind Kevin's beautiful black Viper all evening. We had a blast, and laughed off the morons above. I've just never encountered so much negativity in such a short span of time. It was comical.
1) "Nice seat belts" - this from a teenage girl driving a POS old Beetle. She wasn't paying me a compliment, either. She must have something against blue JAS 5 point harnesses.
2) "What the hell is a Scamp?" This from a guy with an 81 Trans Am...and, as if that weren't bad enough, a 301 Turbo powered T/A...now, if that's not nerve, I don't know what is. I mean, dude...granted, it's not a 350 Olds diesel, but it ain't much better.
3) "Does that thing got a Hemi?" Some idiot Harley rider who asked me this while I was filling up at the gas station. When I politely replied "No, it's a 340," said "Sure is a nice day to own a bike," and took off. And please don't ask me to describe the creature that was on the back of his bike. It would keep you awake at night.
4) "Do you have NAWSS or anything like it in there?" A kid, probably 10, who was hovering around the Scamp with his dad while my friend Kevin and I were trying to put the hood back on. When I replied, politely, I might add, "Nope. Doesn't need it," he said, "No NAWSS and only a cassette player? What the hell?" I looked at his dad and said, "You must be so proud that Junior has such fine manners." He grabbed Junior and slunk away.
5) "What an ugly color." This from a guy driving...and I crap you not...a two-tone silver and mint-green Lincoln Mark V. Gee, and I always thought beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but ugly was universal. Guess not.
6) "You know, you misspelled Sublime." Some old guy. Don't know him, don't care to. I told him that SUBLIME was taken, so my vanity plate says SUBLYME. His reply? "Well, it's still spelled wrong." As I walked around that show, I saw him sitting in a white 39 Chevy street rod that appeared to have had the body and paint work done by a drunken, blind man with a can opener and a can of Betty Crocker cake icing. Note to old dude...if you paint your car white, and it still waves "Hello" from 50 feet, you might want to block sand it once more...maybe twice.
Now, to be fair, I got TONS of positive attention...thumbs up, waves, "WOO-HOOs," and even had some cute teenage girls point at the car and wave. I had a blast, despite the idiots, who apparently were concentrated in Southern Summit County and Northern Stark County, Ohio this evening. The Scamp drew a lot of attention despite being next to, in front of, or behind Kevin's beautiful black Viper all evening. We had a blast, and laughed off the morons above. I've just never encountered so much negativity in such a short span of time. It was comical.
