For me, my Crossfire is the overt expression of my true self. I work at a conservative job, live in the burbs and must dress professionally and appropriate for my age - solid citizen of my community. But when I get in my little red car, achachacha! The real me is on display for the world, hair blowing in the wind, driving my nubile machine as fast as the law will allow me, smile on face, suitable tunes blaring and I am free.....