Correct ear alignment

When your ears can't be covered with your hands something changed. 

Their hands got smaller?

thecarpathian, I hate when some things shrink, some things grow, some just fall out, fall off and then fall over.. LOL.

Yea I think you're right fiesta75.
But these big foam ears. They use to fit your head and behind your own ears. Bigger than Ferengi ears. They work actually. :-)

Regards

The 510 was my wifes car. I new her and kept her 64 VW going and then she bought the 510. She looped LA dropping off a buddy and it lost a head gasket.

I learned how to hot rod the heck out of that little pile, and keep it together.

I bought a good cam, a set of headers, forged pistons, studded the head, added a big radiator and added a 2 barrel Holley I actually think it came off a ford pickup.

40 miles to the gallon and would smoke the tires up through 3 gears on aviation fuel. Powder blue. Total sleeper.. baby seat in all.. LOL

Regards

Why are car guys much more friendly than audio guys? Really… I have found this true after many many decades of involvement in each hobby. Serious and humorous answers accepted without prejudice.

Trying to think of the last time I stopped for gas and some guy didn’t strike up a conversation with, "Nice car!" I mean I know it happened, but so long ago it is hard to recall. Well it is the iconic 79 911SC, but still.

The one time I sat down to seriously talk about ordering, even that guy who was there to sell me a Porsche, he was talking enthusiastically about all the options, and not just from a sales point of view but more like the way one Porsche guy talks to another, almost philosophically, with great appreciation bordering on reverence.

A contrast with the way audio sales people talk, which could not be more polar opposite.

I wouldn’t be too quick to judge though, or paint with too broad a brush. One of the greatest car events each year is the Historics. We decided on Laguna Seca Saturday, Pebble Concours Sunday. Track day was awesome. Everyone everywhere just as friendly as can be. Countless fun conversations with complete strangers. One big happy family.

Sunday morning at Pebble, what a contrast. Every eye peeled and sizing you up, almost always looking down the nose with disdain. The ones who bothered to register disapproval. Others prefer the royal gaze, of which you are unworthy. A more haughty arrogant judgmental group I have never seen. Oh well, the wife is enjoying her time among the beautiful people.

Wrong. Over breakfast she said she was sick of everyone judging her. We had been there a grand total of an hour. "Can we go back to the track?"

Can we! And I kid you not, it was a breath of fresh air! We were in heaven!

So they are not all so friendly after all. But the ones who are, wow, totally make up for the rest.