My mom and dad just left in my dad's 1953 XK120 Jaguar to go on a garage tour with their British car club. When my mom went to get in the car I saw that she was carrying a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with her. (Let's just think for a moment about how messy those kinds of sandwiches can be.) I saw an apprehensive look on my dad's face, but he didn't say anything. He loves her more than he loves the car! :)
The above is a picture of my neighbor's father in my dad's car.