I inquired if the couple still owned the car and he said that he imagined they did. "Do you want to see it again?" I asked. "You know, sit in the driver's seat, walk around the car to see how she looks (cars are always 'female'), smell that leather.""There it is," he said, his face betraying mixed emotions. We walked up the driveway and, as we walked closer, Old Cal's heart sank. "She's filthy," he said. "Her dignity's all gone."I walked to the front door of the house and told the young dad that Cal had come to bond with his old car. "Do you mind if I sit in it?" Old Cal asked. "By all means."