Escrow just closed on my house a couple days ago (yippee!) and I was going in for the final walkthrough, when I looked a couple houses up the block.

[Cue swelling love theme.]

There she was, in her shiny graphite paint job. I looked at her, and she... well, she just sort of sat there next to the curb. She was a car, after all. It's not like she was going to flirt back at me.

The first Crossfire I've seen since I got mine (not counting the pack of them at the hook-up), and I go and move in practically next door to it. I'm not sure if I should feel like part of an exclusive little club of two, or like someone just showed up at a party wearing the same dress.