It can get kinda freaky when that happens, though. Many years ago, I was driving up Route 8 in CT from Bridgeport to Torrington. I passed an old Hudson (as if there's any other kind these days), then another, and another, and another. There were a couple of Packards and De Sotos in the mix too. I figured either there was a car show ahead, or I had driven into the Twilight Zone.
