Spotted one just a few minutes ago at the Post Office as I was pulling away from my parking spot. I had to do a triple-take. Sure enough, it was one! So, I backed up and pulled into the parking spot next to it. Literally, there was the proveriable "little old lady" driving it. I sat there for a few minutes (OK, more like 10) until she noticed me. Finally, she rolled down the window and I asked her not to think I'm crazy (
) and followed that up with "would you be interested in selling?" She chuckled, as did I. She thought I was nuts. She said "no, not for a while anyway." She asked me why I was interested and I explained the uncommoness of her car. She chuckled again and said "that must be why the dealership asks me to trade it in everytime I get my oil changed."
In the end, I gave her my phone numbers and told her to keep me in mind if she ever decides to sell. I pleaded that she doesn't trade it to the dealership and to call me first! In handing her my info through the passenger window, I glanced around. Immaculate floor mats, no moonroof, cassette player, like new key fob. I asked her the mileage.... 33,000 miles. She'* the original owner.
It was dark cherry and in PERFECT condition. It'* no wonder why.
Maybe she'll call me some day. Realistically, she won't.