Bank Holiday Monday morning was ear marked for washing the cars, but as we were out of the usual grit and sandpaper to do the job justice, we went over the Halfords. Found some liquid claybar too.
Anyway, came back to my car, and lo and behold - there was another parked right next to it! Someone with a Crossfire had seen mine and kept it company. No pictures, I am afraid, as it was just me, Amanda and money. If I had my iPhone with me, it would have been on Twitter faster than you could say FIAT.
In the afternoon, we were off to a friend’s, and there was another coming the other way. Now, at this point I will remind you folk that I was once a rabid Morris Minor driver, and when you met another Minor on the roads, you waved, flashed lights or whatever. I do this the Crossfires I come across, and so far not one of the miserable bastards* has acknowledged.
I will continue my campaign of cheery Crossfire driving.
Anyway, I thought that outside of our gatherings, seeing one is not bad, but two is pretty good going.
*Not you, obviously. I expect you’d play fast and loose with the light flashing lever.
