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You notice the car immediately. A gleaming monument to American industry and innovation, shining like a beacon drawing you to the roadside oasis. Pulling up to the gas pumps you smile at the 1963 Corvette, it's metallic purple finish a soothing vision after miles and miles of blurring countryside. Then you notice her as she exits the vehicle and stops to look at you, poo pulling her sunglasses durn for a better look. As you begin fueling up, you smile at her and say "I really like that finish. You've got a beautiful machine there. One of the best". She walks over to you returning the smile. Jokingly she says,