I went to the Street Rod Nationals a couple of years ago. Around noon, I decide to head back to the air conditioned motel room and come back at dusk. Some guy runs up and asks if he could talk to me, so I stop. He rubs his paws on the roof of my Model A and says, "I love your patina". I say thanks, where's your car. He points to a high buck '32 Roadster so I jump out, run over and run my paws over his cowl and say, "I really like your paint". He then apologizes for touching my car. I ask him, "Just curious, what makes you think you can touch other people's cars if you don't let them touch your?". He couldn't get away fast enough. He kept saying "sorry". Don't think he'll do that again.