Owning some of the rarest and most obscure cars in history has led to me to my on-the-edge temper that I carry daily.
Like arguing with the Nissan dealer "There is a such thing as a Micra, it's outside right now" and my favorite "There is no Turbo Grand Prix. They are supercharged""No, this is a 1989 McLaren TGP""You mean GTP""Look it's out front asshole""Oh, that's an SE with the 2.8 liter"
I had a HEATED argument that my Celicas are RWD more times than I can count.