OK, before I start...I admit to finding the dumbest human being on the face of the planet. Today I drove my 79 K10 with 8" of lift, cut fenders, D60/FF14, winch, etc to the gym. I admit I tend to let mother nature wash the Beast as I can drive my small truck if I need to stay clean. I walked out of the gym and hefted myself into the truck. (effort required because my triceps were on fire) I cranked it up, rolled down my window, and backed out of my parking space(thanks to ORD for the X-over steering). This lady stopped getting into her brand new Tahoe, and walked towards me. I turned down my radio and kicked the gas to let the engine idle down. As near as I can remember our conversation went as follows: Her: I just love your truck. Where did you get that lovely paint job? Me: Do what? Her: I think I saw something just like it in an Eddie Bauer interior design catalogue. Where did you take it to be painted...they did such a great job with the texture! Me: It's dirt, Ma'am. (at this point I pick off a small chunk and hold it in my hand for her to see) Her: You mean they used real dirt? It looks so textured. Me: Ma'am, my truck is Rust Oleum Royal Blue. It's just dirty. (I rub a small area with my hand, knocking dried mud off the door and exposing blue paint.) Her: OH!, well my goodnes....I bet you had fun then. And then she got into her Tahoe and drove away. You better believe that despite my 7000 pound vehicle weight and bumper shoulder high on her (while she's sitting in her vehicle) that I sat right there in that parking lot and gave her a 5 minute head start before heading down the road myself. I was relieved to make it all the way to the house without any more random acts of stupidity. By the way, she had on a name tag and it had the name of the real estate firm she worked for on it. I don't believe I'll be buying any houses from them.