A Chrysler something, California 2009. Took me around California, into Yosemite and up to Portland. Like nearly all the cars I’ve had in the US, it had a 2.4 litre four and a four speed automatic box, a combination that would be odd indeed back home (in fact unavailable). Its unusual feature was satellite radio, a thing I had never heard of before, so you could drive for days and get the same station throughout rather than find a new Radio XYKC or Radio ABCD every twenty miles pumping out a new variation of the same drivel.

What it didn’t have was proper rear indicators, because American.