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About to leave an upscale restaurant when a sweetheart of an elder lady in a Caddy asked me "What kind of MG is that, young man?" (I'm 58!). I told her what it was, and she was very complimentary.
Maybe the most irritating thing was coming out of a gift shop just in time to hear a BMW driver (showing how knowledgeable he was?) rap the fender with his knuckle and say "See, it's fiberglass". Hacked me off, but the two ladies with him were very nice, so I behaved myself...it was just envy on his part.
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Ken
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