The Led Zep riff?
The sound of a powerful motor accelerating?
The sight of that row of seats magically folding itself down?
The tiny, Tiffany-blue bag in the back of the SUV?
The gorgeous, together woman who was doing the driving? (Did you see her shoes?)
It's late, I'm tired.
I suddenly find myself wanting one of those Cadillac SUVs.
(I have betrayed my fantasy car allegiance to the Mini Cooper! I'm so ashamed.)