Sometimes it's not necessarily what you wear to the yard, it's how you act. Before I retired, I used to run over to a close-by yard during my lunch hour or grab a couple of hours off from work because it saved my a good sixty miles than if I drove from the house. The problem was when I came over from work I was wearing a suit and tie (no choice, I hated it). The first couple of times I came in the yard monkeys all looked at me funny and snickered. I'd check in, throw on a set of coveralls, grab my tools, and go get what I needed. The boss man noticed my MJ one day, came out and we started yakking. Turned out he was an MJ guy and drove one as his D/D. After that nobody snickered anymore. He also had a private MJ stash in one of his buildings where I got my MJ buckets and brackets, console, several sets of tails, a lot of the chrome hardware, a chrome and tube bumper, couple of leather steering wheels, cargo lamps and bezels, and a whole lot of other stuff all at good prices. On a Friday night here and there I slide over with a couple of cases for the boys and got to know everyone well. After time they were nearly giving me stuff. Never found an MJ D44 there though.