So this big rusty hulk has been parked around the corner from where I live for years. It always cracks me up because it's always parked in front of the tidiest little condo building I've ever seen, and I can imagine the neighbors cursing.
Of course, I appreciate this rig, being a four-wheel-drive kind of guy myself.
So one afternoon a couple of years ago, this guy and I happened to be at the local Marathon, pumping good gas after bad. I gave him a little nod and a grin. His contemptuous return stare said, "As if."