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[Toast]

For two days in a row I have had people come up to me and ask the familiar line, "Hey, what year is that?"

Two days ago, I pulled into my driveway in the mountains and a Jeep Wrangler drove by. Then he stopped and backed up and asked me "What year is that?" Told him and he said he once had TWO of the same model as mine! He laughed and said "Mine used to smoke like that too." (IMG:style_emoticons/default/rolleyes.gif) Found out he lives on the next block!

Last night I was leaving Costco. Had my seat belt on, lights on, and was ready to back out. This guy ran across the parking lot and said those infamous words "What year is that?" Then the conversation proceeded as follows:
"Did you get a good deal on it?"
"Yes"
"Did you have to do anything to it?"
"I had it repainted and put new floor mats in it."
"It sounds great."
"Thanks."
" I Love These Cars. I've gotta run."

And he proceeded to run back across the parking lot.

I drove home with Permagrin. Well, mostly because I drive 20 miles of twisties to get home. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)

[jonferns]

so, my dad and I were going to our local tennis courts (me playing varsity and such (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif))...anyway, the courts are accross the street from a jewish (no offense) building/church, but they live there, so I dont know what it is...so we were parking, and a jewish guy comes up to our car, and gets in the way of me opening the door....almost a minute later, he moves, and as im getting my racquet out of the trunk, he says "what year is this", I respond with " '74". He says "its really nice...really really nice...too nice"...at this point, im very cautious of this man....and since we had no available court anyway, I watched him...the whole time (30 min?) he stood there admiring it...then he just left....weird, but I guess he really liked it...
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another instance, 2 days ago, we are stopped at a light, and my dads on the phone, and a bum, i mean, really drunk-scruffy-bum (no offense to anyone (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)). comes up to his window and knocks...note the top was off, but he was bent over knocking on the window...and asks what kind of car it is....my dad responds "porsche"...the guy backs up, looks at the car (note him being in the middle of the street), then comes back to the window and asks "what is it"? My dad takes off....it was great.. --JON