I was driving the old Escort and I parked next to a 30s Pontiac. The owner saw me get out and take a picture, and then he said, “What year is it?” I was caught off guard - this guy with this beautiful car is actually interested in MINE?? I told him it’s a 1994. “No, not yours. Mine.” The dude was quizzing me about his own car. I still have no idea why.