This afternoon, I'm in my Air getting ready to back out of a parking space after grocery shopping when a man in a Retired Navy cap knocks on my window and signals me to roll down my window. I do. "I gotta tell ya," he says, "I ain't never seen a more beautiful car in all my 77 years on this earth. You got a good now there, son." I'm 82, but I'll take the compliment on both the Lucid and the "son" compliment.