Eight Subarus parked side-by-side outside the pizza pad where our newest local guy was working, and where we'd just finished eating. A local constable pulls up and asks, "What year's the SVX?" He was kind enough (and rather indifferent) to turn off his radar gun so we could hear each other speak - my detector was bip-bip-bipping.
He's got a 2.5i... nice.
Apologies to my Impreza bretheren, for having stolen your parking lot thunder.
