Sunday June 29. Between Norris and Bozeman, to be precise. Looked like a '56 but I was too far back to get a good look. Metallic blue-green.

I was the gold F-250 with the trailer of scrap metal about 6 cars back.

 

Sounds similar to "Missed connections" on CL.

 

No kidding. The ones I've seen tended toward the sweetly sad and the just plain wrong. Coffee shops and Wal-Mart seem to be the venues of choice. My all time favorite were the comments from a woman, seven months pregnant, about the man of her desire - NOT the baby daddy, apparently. Just guessing the connection remained unmade.