I get that feeling every time I walk out to the parking lot after work. As mere mortals hit their clickers to unlock their rice burners, I stick my key in the door and turn it. As I climb in, with my head high above their rooftops I take in the view. I glance at the interior, then the hood, then put the key in the ignition and start her up. If they only knew what they were missing! Sometimes they get a glimpse as I plow over the speed bumps that they have to slow down to a crawl to get over. If they are really lucky, the get to ride with me to lunch. Those that do always tell me the story of how they almost got a jeep. The after a few minutes you can see the looks on their faces as they realize how much they regret not having ever done so.