The other night on my way to meet some friends for dinner I spotted this bumper sticker in the parking lot and dutifully snapped a picture to post here later. There is something about the spotless shiny Solara without so much as a thumbprint besmirching it sporting such a sticker that seemed worth noting.

And there was part of me that thought, gosh I lived in Northridge for five years; where were these people when I lived here?

So having captured the moment, I go inside to join my people, and my friend J says, “Hey why are you taking pictures of my car?” Figures.