Quick drive-by post because I'm at my parents' house for a small family bbq (yay).
Driving the Miata on the way here, I came across a gentleman also driving a Miata. Car discussion ensues at each red light and we pace each other for about 10 miles before Mr. Merlot Mica (his paint color) had to split. The car looked good and the dude was kinda cute.
*grin* This kind of shit happens every once in a while and never fails to make my day!
Reason #2694 why I am a dork.