About This Whole Thing
An explanation. Sort of.
How It Started
I bought a blue Ford Maverick. I liked it a lot. Then I saw another one in a parking lot and felt a strange kinship with it. So I parked next to it and took a picture.
That was the beginning. I have not stopped since.
There is no deeper meaning here. I just own a Maverick, and when I see another one, something in my brain says: park next to it. Take the picture. Document the encounter. So I do.
The Rules of the Stalk
Park next to it.
Not near it. Next to it. That's the whole point.
Take the picture.
Both trucks in frame. Proof of the encounter.
No license plates.
City and state only. I'm a stalker, not a creep.
No staging.
Wild sightings only. Dealership lots don't count.
If you own a Maverick and you're reading this: there's a chance I've already found you.