I get "nice jeep" all the time, but the best compliment I've ever gotten was last summer when my buddy and I were riding around with the top and doors off. We pull up to a stop light and we're in our normal attire (jeans, boots, and ball caps). Walter, the jeep, is in his normal attire (covered in mud). And this guy pulls up beside us, rolls his window down and yells "now that's Texas right there!"
