It took 21 months, but someone actually knew what my car was.

A guy in a black debadged Sport Edition paced me on the freeway and gave me a thumbs up. This is literally the only acknowledgment of my car I’ve received from a stranger. Up until now, the only comments I’ve gotten have been from passengers (“Oooh comfy!”) and cops (“This is a nice car!... Step out of the car, please”). There was also that time my dog-sitter asked, “Is that a Volkswagen?”

Meanwhile, I take my pickup to the gas station and get caught having a 20-minute conversation about the “good old days...”


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