I've looked at these cars for a while, admiring, lusting, envying the poor schnooks that had to drive them. Then sis reports that there's one in the driveway of our recent hotel, and while I shunned this intruder because it probably belonged to a "suspicious sort of dubious character" and furthermore an "out-of-stater" who was probably eyeballing OUR vehicle and ready to steal 'something' out of it (I'll let Magz regale you with what she keeps under her seat while traveling), I resisted the urge to go have a peek. But O! What a car.

Ahhhhh....

A Chrysler Crossfire. And to make matters worse, I've researched JUUUUst far enough to find one at our local dealer not 6 blocks away from here.

When you dream, dream big.