You ever get the feeling that you've arrived at a place where you don't belong? Like a 10-point buck waltzing into a backyard BBQ sponsored by Cabela's. Or perhaps a little German car parked on the perimeter of a strictly American modern muscle meet, more specifically a Mopar-only mass. It was Wednesday night and there I was showing up at the North Jersey Mopar meet. In my Volkswagen. With an 8380 Labs VW t-shirt on. What was I doing here?