Yeah, and frankly most car folk of any stripe. Always the "who fucked John" or "did you hear..." from some. I won't be as broad about the observation as you are except to extend it to drag strips, swap meets of all kind, and even the shows at the top of the scrotum pole like Pebble Beach and Amelia Island. At the same time the best people I've ever encountered are car people, again of near any stripe. Moments happen when the drama goes away and they're the most helpful human beings you'll ever meet. You may indeed be in a unique orbit to see and hear more than most. In a way I'm sometimes glad that the hot rod edge of my world is so limited. One constant there is that good news travels at the speed of sound. Bad news travels at the speed of light. Egos, Ids, narcissism, season it with rapacity. Those internal flaws become exposed when our endeavors are above the norm. And that's it isn't it? Are the things we like here a cut above? Maybe so, maybe not, but they're certainly a tangible aside to simple transportation. Of course it's personal when somebody casts a negative about it, then it festers, then the memory is 10 times worse (or better) the more the story is told. And at the same time we couldn't excell without a small measure of ego and such to challenge ourselves. That challenge can manifest in relentless earning to afford it or an equally relentless investment of the required time to build it. To be more positive about all this, I wouldn't trade a single hour of my life in cars for anything else, and likely it wouldn't matter if it was stamps or guns or Beanie Babies, the same negatives would apply. I think our negatives are shadowed heavily by our positives and I haven't seen that as much outside of "our" world. Hope you're feelin better.