And People Thought I Had a Clown Car

As I pulled in to the Fernbacher Parking (pay) Ramp adjacent to the Family Court building recently, I was early enough to have my choice of spots on the Third Level, and watched other cars park after me.
Three parking spots down, with no vehicles between us, was eventually taken by a very shiny, red/maroon, apparently brand-new two-seat sports car, a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, as far as I could tell. As I admired the car, the driver got out; the man wore an almost impeccably tailored grey suit, and stood about 6-foot-6 to 6-foot-8.
I stand 6-foot-3, and I know that this man was at least 3 inches taller than me and absolutely towered over the car. I marveled at how tall a person could have gotten into and driven this car, because there did not appear to be even an extra inch of space for the glove compartment. I have not seen them in the ramp again.
I have experience with driving small cars that may or may not fit tall people; my previous car to my current vehicle, a 1999 Chevrolet Cavalier, was a 1994 Chevrolet Geo Metro, bought new. I tried out the regular version, and could not sit anywhere near comfortably and drive the car or even safely operate the pedals. I ended up buying the hatchback, because the extra 3 inches or so of length/space allowed me to drive that car without being bent over like a folding box.
And Val, who I was good friends with at that time, and her sister Tricia remember me driving that car and thinking it looked like a clown car when I got out of it.