I had a very strange encounter, yesterday. My best girl & I were out for breakfast and as we were riding through the empty streets of downtown Atlanta I notice a rather scruffy looking older guy starring at the Challenger as we were stopped at a light. He probably was a homeless guy and could have easily passed for someone right out of 1970. Long, wild hair with full beard and worn-out construction over-alls. His pan-handling immediately stopped, his jaw dropped and he just starred at the car as if he was experiencing a flashback. He grinned as his eyes followed us when we pulled away. I wanted to turn back to hear the story he obviously had to tell. A classic moment.