I was parked at Chevron today (I took my brother's car) and some random guy walks up to the car and just stares at me through the window for a good minute...like I was driving HIS car and fucked something up.
I roll down the window a little later and he says,
"Do you hear that noise?!"
Me, "Yup. That's normal."
Him, "Not for a BMW. I have two and they sound nothing like that."
"Oh..."
"Have you gotten it checked out?"
"It's his flywheel and clutch combo, I guess. It chatters. It's normal for his car."
"Well that's not how it's supposed to sound. Like I said, I know. I have two BMWs..."
"With performance parts?"
"No. You still need to take it to a mechanic, though."
"Nah, I don't think so. My brother would know if something was off with his car..."
Him, "No. It's not supposed to sound like that!"
Then he just looks at me like I'm insane and walks off. lol What a dick? It might mean more to me if he wasn't about 50 and came in a Caddy...