In Moscow I lived in an upscale neighborhood, where Bentleys were rather common vehicles... I was always greeted by the neighbors, everyting was OK, until one day, when I was swapping summer 20" for the winter 18" myself, one of the neighbors was driven by his chauffer in his carriag... er... in his Bentley, and he rolled the window as he drove by me, looking down on me from the open window - you could see on his face: I was greeting you in the mornings, thinking you were the OWNER of the BMW, and all you are, just a DRIVER!!!