Have you seen this commercial?
It reminds me of the Fall of 1986 when I had someone (my mom? my dad? I can't remember) drive my sorry ass out to Southtowns Nissan in the OP to collect my belongings from my sad, crashed, Nissan Stanza. I didn't need my gearshift or Filofax; I needed my Le Sportsac purse and Trapper Keeper.
It was something like nine years before I got another car and I have never driven anything but a Nissan. I am not sure why.