yes I look over my shoulder at my car when I'm walking away. I don't always make comparisons or even glance, thinking 'ok so you own this. it’s your obsession. it's cool. you know how beautiful your car is. you don't even have to look.' but I do.
my girlfriend's the one with the running commentary on the road. sometimes she'll say something like, 'oh yeah, that's gonna buff right out', laughing her head off. sometimes I hear about paint condition and usually about swirls. and then sometimes she'll lean over and look right into my face with those big blue eyes and carefully place her hand on my thigh and say quietly, 'mark, don't even look'.
you know, it's easier lately not to pass judgment on how the masses treat their cars. I mean, by now you've all heard the neighbor's and family's and friend's and coworker's comments about your cars and detailing for so long that we all understand it's something deeper.
a couple of decades ago I'd hear as my neighbors would walk by while I'm under the car polishing something otherwise totally hidden in the undercarriage, murmuring things like, 'well, there he is again. what does he do under...' to each other. a decade ago they were mumbling things like, 'what is it with that guy... has he always been like this...' now they sometimes just observe or not. and I've seen all their cars and how they're kept and don't make faces or hold it against them. funny thing is, I'd probably take on their cars just for fun if they'd ask.
I'm still laughing about the UCDF comment. that's hilarious.