People knitpicking your car.

You know just paint it primer gray. I used to take my car down to the neighborhood car show and I swear the only people that would come to talk to me were the only ones that knew something about it. Its funny but they always get the year wrong. I always watch the pretty girls walk by without a glance though, that part makes me sad. I've figured out that people really only like stuff that is shiny (except for us mopar folk.)

I was at a show this weekend where there was judging. I watched a family walk by, the teenage daughter had the voting sheet in her hand. She saw the size of the tires on the Barracuda parked next to mine and said "look at that! The're huge! I'm Voting for that one." And never even glanced at my car as she passed between them.

I feel your primer pain. I guess only Mopar fans can appreciate a car like that.