This reminds me of the late 70's when my wife & I went to a Halloween party in Cleveland. She went as a pregnant gypsy (she was some 3 months or so). I was a young skinny rock fan,so I went as Gene Simmons from the album Dressed To Kill. I was driving my Pinto Super stock-style hot rod,stopped at the gas station,got out,& 5 cars almost piled up rubber necking! Just an idea...