The old car had no idea how it happened, but due to some miracle, he could think. No, unfortunately, he wasn’t one of those Transformer cars who could turn into walking, jumping, punching, kicking and weapon-bearing robots. It would be totally cool if he was, but he wasn’t. Not that having thoughts was something to roar engines about! I’m a car for grease’s sake; we are made to be driven, not to think. Although as far as he could tell, thinking was the only thing new about him. Oh wait, he had a