so, i drive a 1987 Mazda 626, blue. Before yesterday, i didn’t believe that another car like mine existed that was driveable. Boy was i wrong.
Yesterday, as i was driving to the grocery store to pick up some things, i peer into my rearview and see a car exactly like mine, exactly!
1987, blue, and a mazda 626. the guy in the car was right behind me as i went into the turn lane to go to the grocery store, and i watched him intentely.
i parked, and watched him park. and then i kind of stood there looking at him strangely, and he looked at me back. He was a man that looked to be in his 60’s, and kind of looked like a professor kind of guy.
I was all surprised by the whole thing. Is this a premonition of my future? Am i going to turn out like this guy?
Was there a wavering film of light between you and him? Any other omens around–laughing ravens, sudden appearance of thunderclouds, ominous lighting, frogs falling from the sky?
I would have parked your car next to his and bought the car a drink (hoping the cars would get to know each other better), then offer to go halvies on selling any offspring. It’s so difficult to find purebred autos anymore, even though there are so many in the (im)pound, waiting for a loving owner to take them home.
[Bob Barker] Don’t foget, spay or neuter your car! [/Bob Barker]
No. The old guy will turn into you. You will find your mother baking him cookies and making him a birthday cake. Your pets will stop coming to you when you call, preferring OtherSandlegs. Your co-workers will invite the OtherSanlegs to lunch, not you. When you come to the boards you will see a Dopefest celebrating the great Pit thread started by OtherSandlegs.
I drive a Saturn Wagon, and in the nine months since I bought it, have only ever seen one other like it. Same make, model, and color. Parked right next to mine, outside my office. That was weird.
About six years back when I was in college I drove a 1974 Ford Maverick. Avacado green with pinstriped seats, it’s still the funnest car I’ve ever owned. So one day me and some friends drove out to Cleveland for a concert at this little dive bar downtown. We’re driving the streets, circling, circling, willing to park pretty much anywhere, until finally, aha!, a spot up ahead. We park, smoke a joint, get out, lock up, and as we’re walking away we all realize that I have just parked in front of my car’s frickin’ twin. The interior was just a hair different, but other than that they were identical.
Seeing everyone double-take one after another was priceless. On our way back it was still there. I’d lost a hubcap the week before and I had to restrain my very intoxicated bf from “borrowing” one off the bizarro-car. It was damn odd.
I also drive a unique car, a weirdo looking 1990 civic wagon. You rarely see them around this area. Anyway, the other day I was coming off the Interstate and met a guy in another one … same color, everything… coming onto the interstate and boy you shoulda seen his eyes popping out as he spotted The Turtle[sup]TM[/sup]. I just waved gaily at him as I sped by.
After the Northridge 'quake, there was a photo of a Honda Civic Station Wagon flattened by a bridge section. Looked just like my car, well the part that was not flat. Kept the photo hanging in my garage for a few years.