It would also be a safe prediction to assume that this is how you would react to it. Some things are easy to anticipate
Going to the Drive In on my first date with the person that would be my eventual wife was showing Willy Wonka. Rather uneventful first date other then she accidentially melted the plastic on the channel selector on my radio in my brand new, first new car. A 1970 Buick Skylark. My pride and joy. So things didn't start off real well, but, I was a gentleman and never mentioned it again in all our time together. I thought about it, but, never said anything.
That car was an example of how much an automobile can become a very strong part of ones life. It was the car that we had our first date in. The car that we used on our honeymoon trip to Quebec City. The Car that we used to take my wife to the hospital for both my daughters as well as the one that brought them home for the first time. We had that car until 1977. By then it had 140K miles on it (which was extreme for cars in those days) and by chance I had a sick child, my oldest, and I needed to get her to the ER quickly and for the first time it failed me and didn't start. By then it had a number of small things that needed fixing, but, it made no sense to put money into something that wasn't likely to last a lot longer so I traded it in for something that I could rely on. Always regretted it, but, back in those days with winters in Vermont and the fact that Vermont used a lot of salt on the roads and Detroit wasn't exactly building cars to last, It was the wise choice at the time.