I feel sorry for anyone who asks me a question about my car. They are hogtied for about two hours while I take them through the world of Cobradom, from how my car was built in a former MiG factory to descriptions of the Spring Fling and Jenny to the 9-11 car to Boghosian building the motor to being friends with a freeking Turk because of the car to the joys of being able to build one yourself from FFR to ERA to buying them ready to go from SPF and now CS-CAV to arruminum v. fibreglass to BB v. SB to having no gas gauge to what them damn little funny bumpers are to showing them the Jamo-dent (akin to a Gurney Bubble or McLaren Smash) for the fitting of my a$$ to whatever else pops into my head. I'll tell them the costs of my car and approximations of others, to how long they take to build etc. etc. etc.
My opinion is that if you're driving something like this, refusing to answer a question or getting inpatient is no better than a celebrity getting pissed when a fan asks for an autograph. If you don't want the questions, drive a Taurus.
