OK, I admit, I drive a beater. A 1991 green Chevy with growing rust spots, 233,000 miles, and each fill up requires the addition of power steering fluid and antifreeze. I like it though - it fits like a glove. I am tired, however, of people pre-judging me by my vehicle. Why? What is it about this society that makes people associate old cars with lower class? After all, I'm well educated, do very well financially, and I'm the one laughing at them for paying interest on something that is going down in value! Jeeze. Society is so screwed up sometimes.