It happened again yesterday; a man passed me in the parking lot as I was getting into my car and yelled, "Nice car! Want to trade for a Mustang convertible?"
My car is a bright red Dodge Charger, and men automatically assume that it's a muscle car with a Hemi engine. Not so; given my substantial commute at the time I bought it, I went for the smallest, most fuel-efficient engine available. It still has plenty of zip when I'm driving by myself, but adding even one passenger slows it down noticeably.
I like the car because it drives well, has comfortable seats and a big trunk, and is easy to find in parking lots. It's also had no mechanical problems during the two years I've owned it. I didn't realize that it was going to be a Dude Magnet, but that certainly doesn't hurt.
"Drive-in banks were established so most of the cars today could see their real owners. " ~E. Joseph Cossman
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