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Off topic but this topic reminds me of something that happened years ago. In 1959 my bride and I bought a new Renault Dauphine (that's because there was a long waiting list for V.W. Bugs). We were driving from the Detroit suburbs to visit family in s.e. Missouri. We pulled into a gas station somewhere in the south to get some gas and two guys came out to service our car (this was the days before self serve). One said: "Golly, what is that?" The other said: "That's one of them thar foreign French sport cars!"
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