i used to drive my Dad's Old Jeep. It was white and the air conditioning didn't work and it was a Stick-shift and someone broke in and tried to steal it. They decided against it and stole all my (burned) CDs instead. I went on the freeway for the first time in the Jeep, and it couldn't go above 60, and I used to drive to American Apparel, mid-day in July, sweating, sweaty, sweaty, for a week until I got my next car.
That was the green Volvo, the '92 Volvo that we got for $1500 from the auction without first checking it out (and realizing it didn't have a stereo, or antenna, and it was filthy, had damaged paint, and had probably been in a few accidents, to say the least). The air conditioning worked but there were a million other things that didn't. I used to drive to American Apparel with no radio, no music, no speech, and I used to sing to myself. It died on the way to work one morning, so I started driving the minivan.
American Apparel authorized me to drive a company car, a van. A 2008 toyota Minivan, complete with New Car Smell and only 400 miles on the odometer. Two weeks later I drove it to Arizona and back. Someone needed the car (van) one day so they took it and traded me for a Mercedes.
I used to drive a '92 Benz, same style and color and Christin's, and hardly in better shape. This one had a radio and antenna but the speakers were shot and it only had a tape player. It came with a metal cassette and a blues cassette that I forgot to steal before trading it back.
Next came the black Benz with tinted windows. I used to drive the car of a Drug Dealer. This one had a/c, a radio, a CD player, and working speakers. I loved driving that, but I loved the one before it, and had grown to love the Van, too. I loved the Volvo, although every trip was a risk of death, and looking back I miss the Jeep and its Safari rides, so I guess I loved that too.
And now, I don't drive at all.