Oh my this is rich. I took my Mother out to eat and was thrilled to find a parking place just outside the window where we were sitting. I just lowered the car, took off the bra (I know, but I kind of like it), put on new OZ wheels with Goodyear F1 tires. After 14 years of owning an NSX, I'm all crazy in love with it again. Well, in walks a guy somewhere near my age (52) but dressed very down. He is speaking with the owner, a well appointed Asian gentleman, and they are pointing to my car out the window. Next thing you know he says "Yeah, my car is better than that, come out and I'll show you!" Well, I can't see his car, but I do see him pointing to his car, then to mine... he is pretty animated. The discussion continues for close to five minutes. The owner of the restaurant finally comes in and as he walks by my table he asks if the NSX is mine (not such a great guess as me and Mom were the only ones in the place and she is 81). He shares some very kind words about the NSX. On my way out, I stroll up to this guys table and, in mock anger, say "Word on the street is that you think your car is better than mine!" I was being jocular. He gets excited because now he has another opportunity to talk about his car. "Yeah, I go a G3 out there!" "You have that new Porsche G3!" I excitedly exclaim. "No, the Pontiac G3, come on, let me show it to you." He took me outside and showed me his triple black G. He was so proud of the car I could merely answer, "Yes, it really is better than the NSX."