On the way back from the kid's swim lessons last week in Salt Lake City, I spotted a pink blur out of the corner of my eye from the far corner of a high school parking lot. And I was like, "Could it--?" "No..." "Maybe?" And so I flipped around, and went to take a look, and sure enough it was: a pink mid-80s FJ60 Land Cruiser. And a very nice-looking one at that.
The kid was all, "Oh, I'm so hungry, let's go," until she looked at the back of the car and goes, "Hey, the Sign of the Deathly Hallows!" Which I just looked up. So now I know.
