I'm a Cat 4 on the road, but in the showroom I was a Cat 2. Actually, come to think of it, I was a Pro. And I wasn't sleeping in my car either. Hell, by the time I was 29, I had bought my 2nd house in Bergen County. We made some OK dough selling those stupid cars.

You weenies underestimate Pcad's Bullshlit Power at your own Fred Peril.