I run into so many muscle car Normans. God they are a bore to talk to.
"Well I see you've got yerself a '67 C code model prefix DLDO-18. You know those came from the factory with tan washer fluid bladders instead of standard black ones. You should check the tape on the back of the clutch pedal to-"
"You're making me bored of my own car."
They also have that way of talking where they expect you to be totally interested in how the head gasket changed from one trim level to another. It really alienates young enthusiasts or anybody trying to understand the "muscle" scene. AMC guys are particularly bad. I don't care what the exact paint code the factory used on the engine block was, tell me about interesting stuff, please.
AMC's get a bit of coolness from being unheard of, but that's completely overshadowed by the owner's of the car who are always, always boring old white guys who want to show you their numbers-matching carpets.
I disagree. If you flood them with every trim option available for the car, they assume that they're supposed to know what all of this means and are instantly taken aback and feel as if asking "What does the 396 mean?" would earn them scoffs and ridicule. Personally, I do what Famine does.
"I drive an old Mustang."