Matthew took the Van in, a slow smile slowly creeping its way across his face. It looked terrible. It probably was. He flinched at the sound of something falling off as the breeze caressed the old girls body. Still, he didn't underestimate her like the others seemed to be. His old car had been only slightly better than this and he had put it through some flat out [i]abuse[/i] in the time he'd had it. 

He poked his head in through the open door and took a deep breath of that old car smell, coughing a few times from the duct flying around. "I wouldn't worry." He said to Angeline. "Nobody who owns a car like this doesn't know how to get her moving again in an emergency." He pulled himself inside and slid in beside Angeline, conveniently placing himself directly behind the drivers seat in case someone needed to suddenly grab the wheel. "What's that saying? 'The oldest horse knows how to run' or something?"

Of course, he'd have to actually feel her run before he was 100% confident in that assessment.