I'm pretty blasé about exotic cars on the whole.
Between living in Buckhead and Virginia Highlands in the ATL, Farragut in Knoxville, and now Broad Ripple in Indy, I'm largely inured to the heavy iron. I've parked next to Lambos at Lowe's, nearly been run off the road by Ferraris on Northshore, and had a Viper GTS filling my rear-view on College Avenue as recently as this past Sunday afternoon.
However, rolling down 54th Street this afternoon and seeing a lemon yellow '69 Charger Daytona waiting to pull out into traffic nearly caused me to drive into someone's yard. I can't remember the last time I saw one of the old winged warriors loose in the wild. I pulled over onto the first side street and watched it go by like a kid at a parade with real live heffalumps.