Hello MA! Queen anyone? Coincidentally her name is Elizabeth. She's a pepper white R56 with standard transmission. I can no longer make short trips here or there, and have on occasion missed turns or interstate exits because of how entranced I become while driving. The only drawback is the other motorists, whose driving abilities beg the question "where did they learn to drive?" (Which is usually followed by a string of expletives) Most of my friends double-take after leaving the car, with that same "it's bigger on the inside" comment that Dr. Who gets all the time. The TARDIS effect comes standard I believe.