I'm not a people person, or much less an out person. But I car pooled to work this trip with a buddy. Mrs fat kid wasn't being very friendly, so he invited me to dinner at a chicken wing place. So here I sit at the bar minding my own business when my coworker tells some drunk guy he needs to see my car. Reluctantly I showed him a pic of my first gen project. This nice gentleman who had been over served proceeded to tell me there's no way my car was a 69, but it was indeed a 72 from Canada. He also told me that all 71-73 cars in Canada had a ford 305 from the factory. Moral of the story, don't drink and talk shop, and I still hate people. I just smiled and sipped my ice cold shiner and munched on chicken wings....laughing on the inside.