I get people who are in their 60’s telling me “I used to have a car just like yours, it was 1964 super bee with numbers matching motor”
Myself as well. I hate it. Why?
Because it often goes like this;
Them; Nice Camaro! If s it LS powered?
Me; It is a ‘73 Plymouth 4spd Cuda.
Them; Sorry to hear that. (Walks away...)
Then there’s!!!
Them; I had a Rambler just like yours!
Me; Ummm, cool, by the way this is actualllly......
Them interrupting me while speaking louder just Incase of ....
“It had the Ford 428 Super Jet in it!” Only ran on the old real gas back in the day. You know right, real gas is purple right! 110 at the pump baby!!!!!
Me; Whaaaaaaat? Are you...
Them interrupting me again and speaking louder yet;
“Sorry to see you have .. ad various insults... and a small block! What is that? A 283 or something!!!
Me; Ahh NO! It’s a..
Them
“ Hey Harvey, look at this poor saps POS with the under powered .....”
Me; Exxuse me! It’s a 3...
Them practically yelling... Hey I bet you wish.....
Me thinking, “OMG! Someone shoot one of us! Ether one of us!”
So a female walks up:
*itc# says, “My boyfriends are is faster than yours.
Me; UmmGood for him and so lucky for you huh. Go away please...
Calmly, I remind myself that arrogance & stupidness runs rampant in the general public very deeply and boldly. Often making its way into the world from the bubbling boiling pit of chit it lives in just to release more toxic gas from both of its big blow holes.
Sadly I forget that it must be the shinny cars and chrome that attract the morbidly stupid to the meeting area and the smell of exhaust that makes them think there is a party for them underway.
In droves the retarded asses show up spouting there vast wealth of knowledge and correctness as if it spilling wine at the factory on New Years Eve.
Yes! You must be correct that Chevy has the 383 first in production Camaro in 65.!!! I can see your confidence in you speaking! YOUUUU KNOWWWWW WHAT YOUR SAYING!!!!
It only gets worse with the resto NAZI’s that won’t go away. Feeling there duty to point out what doesn’t belong or is missing from your ride.
Me; It’s a hot rod drag car and nothing is original about it. Why are you such a dick? Go away!
Them; But that doesn’t belong on the car.
Sorry, do you have a crayon handy?
Them: Umm, no, why?
Yea, it gets fun from there but it is amazing how they stick around. Still feeling the need to point out what is wrong on your resto even though you tell’em it’s not a resto!