Great thoughts! Everyday after work, I stop off at the local Starbucks and sip my mocha outside with other local Starbucks patrons. The chairs just outside offer a perfect site of my VX, which I always manage to park right up front.... Rockstar Parking. I sit and sip away, staring at my VX. I always look at it as though it's simply not mine. I know it is though, and it makes me smile inside. The usual gang all know it's mine and we sometimes sit and chat about it. They all trully love it. A new guy was there last night and watched as I pulled in. He stared at it from his seat as I walked in and got my coffee. I came out and sat down to start my nightly wind-down from work, VX staring splendor. I overheard him from the other tabel asking a friend of mine, Katie, just what "that thing is". She turned and looked at it and while staring at it herself, she said "It's Gary's. It's called an Isuzu VehiCROSS. it's REALLY cool and really fast. I went for a ride in it a few times. It is really cool."

Hearing that, I just smiled and sipped away at my coffee. I didn't need to say anything. Those that know me appreciate my VX as much as I, and they can fill in the blanks since they have already shown appreciation and interest, and stopped to ask questions and learn about it from me.

So, I know where yuo are coming from Joe black. I think "most" VX owners feel the same way. I wont say all, since I have seen 2 in particular around that the average shmuck owns and they are all beat up to hell. They don't appreciate it anymore than a welcome mat to wipe their shoes off on before entering the house.

Tis a shame. But, the few of us out there that feel the pride in our VX, we are the elite. It's funny, but in Fight Club, Tyler Durden states that "our possessions end up owning us". Ah yes, in the case of the VX.... this is absolutely true.