I just wanted to share how my neighbor made my day. Today is Saturday. I picked up my car Thursday. Just after we returned from errands, my doorbell rings. When I open it, there stands a neighbor with whom I am friendly but not close (neither has been in the other's house), She, with paint brush in hand immediately start loudly with, "WHAT HAPPENED? Did you get lost? Do you think this is Buckhead (a ritzy area of Atlanta)?". I lost my deer in the headlights stare about the time she asked, "Are you having a midlife crisis?, Has dementia set in?". I admitted to all of the above and I started to belly laugh. She claimed to have screamed excitedly when we drove by but the car shut out the noise. We went to the garage so I could show off the car and Wattson could accumulate accolades. Until she came to the house, I expected that no one in my town would have a clue that there was something special about this car. She claims she would be too nervous (range anxiety) to have an electric (she drive 150 round trip to that expensive area each day for work). She did say there are tons of charging stations near her office so maybe I can change her mind before it is her turn to get a new car.