Kinda snobby too, I showed up and parked as the lot was pretty full already. Guy came over and looked at me not my car with a wtf look on his face like he was the promoter and was taking someone's spot. I just smiled, popped the hood and walked to the donut shop. There were 2 Mopars there that day and I had a few gawkers looking and murmuring when I got back, and one was telling his pal that was a 327 with a cross ram. I let it go until they realized it was my car then I set them straight but grandpa wasn't buying it. Whatever dude, look at the timing cover.....
