That is the way they treated my Grandmother in the little town she lived in. After Grandad passed she decided the Cadillac was too big. The new Ford was not only HER first car, it was the frist time she ever drove a car. She had to get her DL. AND her SIL was the top car salesman in the town Ford dealership.
It was kind of a hot rod. Had to replace the dual exhausts every year because Grandma didn't drive it long enough to burn the condensation out. Don't think ever even drove outside of the little town.
It had one of them floaty compasses on the dash with a fuzzy bobblehead pit bull. On the rear deck it had a plush toy green dragon that it's eyes lit red with the brake lights. Granddad's car had the compass. Don't know where the pit bull came from. Grandma and Grandad didn't have any pets until after Grandad passed and Grandma got a cat. Have no earthly idea about the dragon or the hot rod wheels and tires.