You know when you're a Crossfire owner when...

You realize you are 50 years old and have been flirted with by women more in the past 16 months (always at a gas station or rest stop) since you bought the car - than in the 49 years before that.

You know when you're a Crossfire owner when...

You spend sunday evening following some guy named Gary around a car forum reading posts from up to six years ago about a car you just discovered last year.

You know when you're a Crossfire owner when...

You keep muttering, "gotta have another" and you are NOT talking about a beer.
(You just can't stand it any longer, owning a Crossfire Roadster means only that you MUST NOW HAVE a Crossfire Coupe.)