I was up at the bowling alley tonight and was telling the story of seeing 3 WRXs on my way to my moms on Friday.
It's weird. I saw a blue WRX on the other side of the freeway (going the opposite way), and didn't think much about it. Then I saw a blue STI and was like, "weird, I never see these cars." I told myself that if I see another one, it's a sign. And what do you know, I see a black WRX. This is all within 10 minutes on the freeway.
I am not sure what it's a sign of, but I think it's a sign. Maybe I'll figure it out, maybe I won't.
The significance is that this was the car that Scott drove, a blue WRX STI. And he loved it. It was definitely his second child.