You're pulling out of a public campsite after hurriedly packing up. You
see dozens of boys scouts and other campers turn their eyes in your
direction. You smile to yourself: "Westy Envy. Happens every time. Then
the crowd gets a little more attentive. You smile again: "They've
figured out it's a diesel." Now they're pointing. Your smile widens:
"They've caught a whiff of that turbine whine." They start laughing
about the time you hear the branches whip the fiberglass top: You drove
off with it raised.

Jim