Some people at Car shows

I try not to get annoyed, but every time I drive my Dart, someone asks me what year. I tell them 73. Then, someone somewhere that they know had one just like it. There must have been a bazillion neon green Darts back in the day. I wonder where they all went?

The worst thing I ever heard was at a weekly car show in North St. Paul. From my own cousin, no less. She looked at my Dart and my brother's 66 Charger and said they were "cute". I let her live, but it wasn't easy.