Ya know....I believe the car gives her anxiety. She knows I love the car. (Her too obviously.) I keep it spotless. She says she cannot relax in it. Always worried about tracking dirt in, spilling her beverage. (Which she already has done, in just about every car she has ever been in LOL), etc, etc. She will say; "You know I'm a klutz and break things all the time." Hey...maybe I could get her a job with Consumer Products Testing...but I digress. I get it. I knew a guy with a gorgeous classic car that was his baby. One day he said I could drive it. I was honored but there was no way I was going to. If I put a scratch on it or had some one hit me, I could never look the guy in the eyes again. I get it. Maybe I'm the problem. It's just a car after all, right? ;-)