The wife sent me to the Grocery store at about 8:30 last night. There are 2 near us. One is just down the road and the other is a bit farther away, with some very nice twisty bits in between. Guess which one I went to.
Coming out of the store, I see the Z sitting virtually alone in the parking lot, lit by the parking lot lights and I'm am stopped in my tracks by a "damn that's a fine looking car" moment.
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