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Not that this stops people, by and large.
Personally, it seems silly. I was asked what car I drive a while back when I was going to be dropping it off for a state inspection. I had helped pick it out, but my wife's the one that it was intended for and she made the final decision. She picked out the color. I wrote out the check for it, did the paperwork, and it's in my name. I drive it most of the time because she decided I should when the older car was judged less reliable (and she didn't want our small offspring stranded with a broken-down car). Still, I had to pause before saying what the newer car was.
After a couple of minutes, I got it down to "GM", then "Chevy"--I had to rule out "Ford" ("buy American!"), and a few minutes later "Cavalier" came to mind. I finally said "2004". I was wrong. If not for the insurance card on my desk, I'd probably still say "2004", but it's a "2005." But it took a while to get to the not entirely right answer.
Must mean I'm out of touch with America. Or, perhaps, I really don't really care about cars. My 4-year-old is better at IDing cars than I am.
Now, ask me about Russian science fiction, anaphor resolution in Slavic languages, or lexical borrowing and innovation in Common Slavic, and I'm your man.
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