I love my car, but the reaction from some people has been a bitc strange. As I was leaving a parking place Sunday p.m. a man came up and motioned me to stop. I did, and received a nice compliment on my "beautiful car." I thanked him and started to leave. He then asked entatively "Can I touch it?" Uh, sure. I then watched as he softly ran his hand along the front fender. Creepy.