I remember tooling around in my little Chevette, back in the 80's. It had a rusted out floor board on the driver's side, leaked oil (but ran on virtually none!), and turned on without the key in the ignition. I loved that car. It took me all over. To Medicine Wheels up in White Lake, NY, to shamanic groups in the Hudson Valley. It was my trusty companion on a camping trip alone upstate. I was sad when she died altogether.
There were other cars after that, but I cannot recall what kind. One little black one that I smashed up and went through the windshielf with my head.
My last car was a Chevy Lumina. Nice and roomy, 4-door. I had it while living here in Bay Ridge. Where parkin is scarce, so I never took it out much. Must've went on a few journies. Ah yes, to a women's group in Pennsylvania with my co-worker, Ann. That was a good weekend.
A car is always taking you some place. It's a wonderful tool.