There is nothing that makes me feel more low on self esteem than visiting a Mercedes Dealer to get Parts--posh clients in nice clothes, suits and designer dresses, sitting around waiting for their $60,000 cars and reading the Wall Street Journal, and throwing each other surreptitious glances to see if a prospective business partner or contact is sitting there----lawyers, bankers, spoiled Kids, new money, old money, businessmen, doctors---in I come in Black socks, High Tops, T shirt and Grease all over my face--- when I was younger I used to feel I had One up on them--I could make my own Car and they had to buy it--but I'm 44 now, I guess I know how the world runs... I never wanted power, money or expensive clothes--just wanted to have a good time without hurting anyone...Maybe I should see a Shrink..hey anyway I'm 44 and I still can run a 6 minute mile at 215 pounds...