Yes, to a woman a car is not one in a harem, but a friend that takes you shopping, to work, and now even helps you to your destination while keeping your rear end warm and warns you of someone getting too close or if you tried to lock yourself out of the car! The least you can do is name your green car Esmeralda (the jewel Emerald!
We had a black car with dark red interior in Florida (hubby’s idea). We had to cover seats and steering wheel with towels. And if your bare leg touched the metal buckle for the seat belt the tourists nearby learned a few choice Floridian words invoking God’s mother.
Is the power of suggestion that dumb that we don’t know what a comic strip is?