There are a couple of candidates, but I’d say the leader is the Jaguar XK120 OTS, grey with red upholstery, that he had when he first met my mother in 1963. He seems to have mixed feelings about it—he says it drove like a truck—but on the whole he seems to remember it fondly. Now, if we’re including two wheels (yes, I…

1982 Ford Escort four-door hatchback, grey with a red pinstripe. Served me well for four or five years starting halfway through college to when I replaced it with a red 1984 Saab 900 and sold it to my grandfather, who ended up junking it when the cost of new tires was too much money to put into it.

I would argue that it does not count as getting away if the encounter with the security measures renders the would-be getter-away unable to continue within sight of said security measures.

Bigjobs?  Crivens!

Er, neither Baltimore nor Sheetz is in New England...

No, nay, never

...beat me to it.

Huh, it actually exists—might have known that if I’d been paying attention. L. E. Modesitt has the concept in Of Tangible Ghosts and its two sequels, alternate history science fiction in which Our Hero drives (in the 1990s) a newish Stanley steam car with electrochromatic paint (actually, it might not show up until…

Fine with us—you can just leave the Cords (supercharged or not), Austin/Morris/BMC Minis and Lancia Fulvia Coupes and Sports to us.

I was on my way home from work one day and saw, parked in the lot of a local business, a Stout Scarab, a car I only knew existed because I’d seen an article about an already restored example a few years previously in a copy of Classic Car Magazine in my college bookstore. Now, the town was White Post, Virginia, and…

Came for this reference. Leaving satisfied.

“Is that a Porsche?”

A nitpick: Daimler and Benz merged in 1926, so the car that picked Hitler up from prison in 1924 was a Mercedes, not a Mercedes-Benz.

Any farm can be a porny farm if you’re into that sort of thing.  Or so I’ve heard.

I grew up on a pony farm in Virginia. We had 504 station wagons (I didn’t learn they were called “breaks” until later) from 1972 until 1987. We were lucky—we missed the major fallout, but...well. We still don’t talk about the Horse Thing.

Ooh! Ooh! And McLaren makes baby strollers!  Well, okay, for the strollers they’re Maclaren.  But still!

Ooh! Ooh! And McLaren makes baby strollers!  Well, okay, for the strollers they’re Maclaren.  But still!

And, if I recall correctly, was shortly thereafter impressed by the presence of a slightly disassembled Vincent Black Knight in Bruce Wayne’s garage...

And we were grateful.

Correct—the car’s body is effectively a Faraday cage, routing the electrical energy around its interior on its way to the ground (at which point, having already leapt across the gap between the clouds and the car, it takes no notice of either the gap between the car and the ground or the wheels and tires that maintain…