You know what this is like?
This is like having your car stolen out of your driveway, and then you see it in your neighbor's driveway a couple days later. You KNOW it's your car - there's that little door ding from when that asshole hit it in the Home Depot parking lot.
So you call the cops, to report that you've spotted your stolen car, but when they come to investigate, they tell you, "Nope. The new license plate matches the registration, and the VIN matches, too - that's not your car."
But you KNOW it's your car. So even though the insurance pays it off for you, you still have to see it in your asshole neighbor's driveway every night when you come home from a hard, fucked-up day at work, and on those nights you just can't help but think to yourself, "Fuck, it would feel so good to just go over there and burn that fucking car to the ground..."