I was driving the old Chevy Tracker 5-speed my dad wrecked a month before my birthday. I remember how crappy and slow that car was but I loved it, even if I had trouble keeping up with traffic for some reason. It was silver with black plastic on the bottom and a sea of gray on the inside. In the dream I think mine felt like one of those dumb “futurized” cyberpunk cars in movies since it had a digital dash and hubcaps.
I wish it wasn’t wrecked.