I have to be totally (and embarrassingly) honest, ever since buying this car, I sometimes sneak out to the garage (a separate building on my property about 50 ft from my home), I open the door, and just look at her. Who knows, maybe I am just seeing if someone snuck in and took her, or maybe I am just oogling her, or maybe I am just congratulating myself for finding this absolute GEM of a car that it seems not too many thought was worth their time and/or money. HeII maybe I am doing all three but I am guilty of being (and acting) like a kid in a candy story both when I look at her, or drive her. Guilty as charged for having a disorder that should absolutely be in DSM-IV ( Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders ), known as WIWWM-ICSSATC syndrome (What Is Wrong With Me - I Can't Stop Staring At The Crossfire). Oh, I also hear there is no cure.