The car: meet "Blau"
I’ve written about my old E30 before. Erroneously named Blau due to an acute colorblindness on my part, it's not what you would call a street car. Sure, it has street legal tires on it, and it has windows, but that’s about it.
First of all, there’s no horn, so trying to communicate with fellow drivers is an exercise in the futility of flashing your lights. Second, the (non-power assisted) brakes have track-specific pads installed. If you’ve never driven a car with race pads, just know that when they have some but not enough heat in them, they squeal. Loudly. Enough to make pedestrians turn their heads to find the source of the demonic screeching.
Every now and then someone would give a thumbs up or a knowing nod -- a subtle sign of respect that I was crazy enough to drive such a beast on the street. I might have had no other choice, but hell, they didn't know that.