I would have to be an old Jag like Morse drove - leather seats, walnut dash, in British racing green. A bit vintage but still good quality. Been around the block a few times but still going strong with a few tweeks here and there by the local mechanic.
I had the pleasure of owning an etype Jag when only 22. Worked very hard for it. It was bright red. Never forgot the acceleration. Unfortunately first husband kept it. My solicitor forced him to sell. Happy to say that we eventually became friends and he made me furniture for my new home and I drove an Austin 1100 I think it was called.
I’d never be able to get in it now, but I could fancy being the British Racing Green E-Type in which the dad of the couple I once used to babysit for, often drove me home.
I’d most definitely be a Mercedes Benz convertible, I used to sing the Janice Joplin song oh lord wont you buy me a Mercedes Benz all the time until my husband bought me one it was a blue clk convertible, I now have a silver one which I love
Our first Mini - tiny, totally dependable, no frills whatsoever. It was rusting, one headlight only just clinging onto its housing where a seagull had collided with us, and a bullet hole just behind the petrol tank, but it just went on and on and on (also a bit like me😁)! I am now onto our third Mini, but I don’t identify with it nearly so well!
An aged Volkswagen Variant. My first car, which I called Marlene. Old, not at all glamorous, but totally reliable and well able to cope with all life's baggage - my own and other people's!
My immediate first thought was a 1928 Porter (My Mother, the Car). In reality my current car just IS me: a 2-seater Smart Car- little and cute on the outside but surprisingly luxurious on the inside 🙂