Early one morning, before it was light out, we were desperate for a cab. Along came a חיפושית, that is, a beetle, and three of us stuffed into the back, like chasidishe clowns. I was crammed in the middle watching this guy drive. He was one with the car. Yes, the car has it's limitations, but between car and driver there is complete communication. The driver had grown into the car, the car fit him like a glove.