You made my day

I In the early seventies, I knew John, a high school kid in San Anselmo. He drove a dark green Camaro. He loved it and it was a great car for a young man. On my city street walking in San Francisco in the Marina @ Scott, I passed a red Camaro convertible. Nicely restored, not overdone into pristine condition but on a normal level, well maintained.
I was on the way to take a picture, when the apparent owner just walked up, and I asked him if I could take a picture of the car. “Sure, go ahead” he proudly answered,“ you just made my day ”. After he let me know some auto technical lingo, of which I know and understand nothing about, all I am into is a visual impression and beauty lingo, he drove off quickly.