If you know my history with cars you will understand my reference to my big white car. We had to take our big white car in for repairs. The radiator had a hole in and I had to check the temperature often to make sure it is not overheating when I drive.
I dropped off my husband at the radiator garage and drove back alone in our old green car (not as old as the big white car but still about 17 years old).
As I drove through the city there were cars everywhere… taxis and people walking, definitely not a place I feel safe driving alone. At one traffic light a police man came to me, I opened the window and he told me the car was overheating… and then I saw the red light on the dashboard and the steam coming from the engine!