Several years ago I took a ride with my son to a rural hamburger/ice cream stand. This is typically a busy place during the summer and autumn because of the surroundings. I parked my car, then walked up to the counter to place an order.
While waiting in line, a rather rough looking group of motorcyclists drove up. As they walked up to the counter, they took a "detour" and surrounded my car. I thought, oh, boy; now what.
Getting our food orders, I walked back to my car with the guys still standing around it. As I walked up, one of them asked, "Is this yours?" I said, yes. Another guy then said, "cool car". They all then walked off.
A classic car enthusiast lies in everyone.