Dude at a Cars and Coffee was adamant that I knew nothing about cars, because he was 110% sure that my Mustang (which I bought, titled, restored, and registered) was a 1967 and that I was also in violation of Virginia law because I have vintage 1965 license plates on what is obviously a 1967 vehicle.

No amount of me even showing him that the data-tag (VIN) starts with a ‘5' which means it’s a 65 would make him believe that I know more about my car than he did.

If it hadn’t been 9:00 in the morning on a Sunday I’d have thought he was drunk. Though, it is Virginia, so I really can’t discount that.