This past August, Sweetie and I traded in our 2001 Nissan Xterra for a more practical Chrysler Town and Country minivan.
I think I saw our old Xterra on my way to work this morning.
It was the right color and the right year, it had a dealer ad on the back for the Chrysler dealership we traded ours in to, and I could tell from looking at the license plate that it had been registered in September.
There weren't any lasting "identifying marks" to let me know for sure that it was the one we used to own, but if it wasn't, it was one heck of a coincidence.
Now, I'm not one to get overly attached to cars. But as much as I do honestly enjoy having our minivan, I felt a twinge of bittersweetness seeing the vehicle that we had discarded. Can't say it was guilt, maybe just a vague collection of memories attached to it.
There was a young woman driving, looked like she was maybe in her early to mid 20's. I thought about pulling up alongside and trying to get her attention to tell her that the SUV she was driving used to be mine.
Yeah, that probably wouldn't have been the best idea. I may be a number of things, but "weird stalker" isn't one of them.
Still, it was cool getting to see the ol' Xterra again.