So... I pulled into the Parkit Market on the way to my friend's house to watch the Mavs game tonight - top down, Molly the Pit Bassett riding shotgun. As I get out this guy walks by, looks down, and says "What IS that?"
Naturally, I reply "That's a Pit Bassett."
He says, "No dude... what kind of CAR is that?" At which point Molly looks clearly miffed, as she feels that she is very special.
"Um... a Miata?"
"Holy shit, you're right! Nice, dude... is it new?"
"Eh... it's a '94."
"You're shitting me... that thing is, like, 22 years old! Dude, that thing is sweet!"
"Well, thanks, stranger!" (I didn't really call him Stranger, but I did have to correct his math skillz... you get the idea)
Still, it kinda made me feel proud - good times... ;)
(BTW, I finally sacked up a couple of weeks ago and scraped my GOLD "Miata" badge off the rear of the car... with a 3" lock-back Buck knife, a thumb-roll for the foam sticky, and a little fine compound for final cleanup - didn't scratch a thing! So perhaps that led to his confusion...)
