Don't get me started about car colors.
People around here just love this car. A guy told me the Miami Blue was the nicest color he's ever seen on a car. Some people just comment, always favorably, about the color; some love the car; some the car and color. A trip to the grocery store, and I might get in a conversation with a couple of people. One of the Gap photographers was yelling his head off every time I blew by.
No intimation that I'm seeking attention (I'm not, but I do enjoy it, which is a good thing considering how much it generates). No jealousy; never heard "must be nice"; nothing. And I'm out in the sticks, here. A local attorney has two Masterati's - both black. That's it for interesting cars. This car seems to seek out and rejuvenate the little atrophied organ inside people that excretes love and excitement over vehicles.
At the end of a sunny day, with the top down, I think about all the smiles I've seen; the thumbs up; the people I've met and talked to, and I dust off my hands, say "My work here is done", and head home.