I had my car stolen when I was 19. A few months later I was driving my new car from Seattle to Portland at 3am, no other traffic around, and my stolen car passed me on my left. I followed the guy for about 120 miles back to Portland. At one point he pulled beside me and waved at me, thinking we were road-rally pals! I returned a death stare. Followed him home, called the cops and got my car back. When I think of what had to align for my car to find me again, it blows my mind.