This is Mrs. AWChief... Just for the record, I am a little round grandmother and look like the Michelin man in drag. With that image firmly fixed in your mind, I have to say that I have had more handsome young men chasing me into stores and around parking lots than I've had since I was thin and cute. They want to know about my car and usually take up about 15 minutes of my time. I get the thumbs up, while driving and at stop lights I get the "roll down your window" sign and questions until the light changes... All of these events are accompanied with a big smile. Does an old ladies' heart good. The only down side to my little car (which our granddaughter named Fred) is that when driving down the freeway I find myself boxed in while people gawk at me, this usually means that I am a bit paranoid feeling as though 45 mph on the interstate may result in my becoming a hood ornament for the HUGE penile extensions (4 wheel drive, king cab F350 Duely) that are dogging me to stare. I also find that men in the expensive sports cars seem to feel intimidated when they find that I can keep pace with them, to the point of them driving carelessly to justify their justify their expensive, gas guzzling, flashy car. Overall, the experience has been very positive and I encourage any empty nester to give it a good look, my gas bill to run back and forth to work for a week is $28 instead of $75. Plus I am darned cute pumping the gas and get to visit with more handsome men.