On the one hand, I would like to be a luxurious red sport car with leather seats. I would like to drive around the streets and notice everybody is looking at me. But I couldn't jump in it wearing my pajama pants because, if you have a red sport car,  you have to play the role or the people can think that you don't deserve it. You couldn't be yourself. On the other hand, I would like to be an old car with blue paint and a few dents that explain some stories about how and when it happened. I would like to have a radio to listen to Beatles music. I would like to carry people wherever they would want and as far away as they would like. I think that the old car would fit me better.