Took the car to work for the 3rd day today to be greeted by a co-worker who, while laughing, said it looked like a pregnant rollerskate. I guess a smart is something that a person looks at and either loves... or they just don't get it. There doesn't seem to be much in between. I also had to finally put gas in the tank. One of my very few complaints about the car is that the gas door is on the wrong side. On the European models, it seems to also be on the passenger side, apparenly it changes sides when the steering wheel does. A small quirk to be sure, but just the same, curious. I put in the tank of my little go-cart 8 gallons, which I think is just a little more than I used to burn up idling at the gas pump in my old '94 Jeep Cherokee. I love this little car.