VROOM!

I grew up in a diversified neighborhood. Not ethnically or culturally different, but vehicularly diverse. We were the Chevy family. Across the street was the Buick family and their neighbors were the Fords. Their name was actually Prince, but their car was always a Ford. Next door to us were the Communists. They drove a Volkswagon. When a new vehicle was brought into the neighborhood nest, the men would mosey up to the driveway where the newest automobile entry was perched. The dealer sticker stayed pasted to the window so that the men could see what amenities the newest member had to offer. The price however was always scraped off. Show off but don't brag. These days I can't tell the fer-in-ers from the locals, perhaps because it was a kinder, gentler time. More likely it's because we now have more options.