Right, but someone had said in another thread that they figured that once Sam took over at Encom, Alan would tell him he has to seem somewhat respectable and get a real apartment and such. I figured that would also mean Alan would tell him he has to get a car. So, in my fanfic, he does have a car (though he still prefers the Ducati). But, he and Quorra pick up my OC at the airport, so a car, with a backseat to hold a third person, is necessary. I thought of just having him borrow Alan's car, but that would probably mean Alan would also come along...and in the story, Sam parks in a "no parking" zone at the airport, which you know would never happen if Alan was there (and I refuse to take that part out)! And I could've had him just pick her up on the Ducati, but I wanted Quorra along so the two could meet at that point.

Hence why I needed to figure it out, as I said; I preferred to say what kind of car he had rather than just vaguely mentioning a car and leaving it at that (because my OC does remark on the fact that he bought a car as being surprising).

This is the scene...you see where it would be nice to describe the car/have commentary on it:
“Do you have any luggage to pick up?”
“No, just my rucksack here.” I shrugged one shoulder to indicate the large pack on my back. I preferred to travel with just a carry-on.
“Great, you travel light. That's good, 'cause I left the car in a no-parking zone.” He was already headed for the doors. I rolled my eyes and had to smile. Clearly, Sam hadn't changed. Ahead of me, he turned and walked backward for a few steps to talk to me.
“Can I take that for you?”
“No, thanks, I've got it. I never pack more than I can manage.” Now it was his turn to smile and I knew he was thinking I hadn't changed, either—Elyse. Always has to take care of herself. I made longer strides to catch up with him. Sam and his long legs. He always did move at his own pace, and anyone else had to keep up. It wasn't arrogance; he was merely lost in his own world most of the time, usually focused on where he was going next, and didn't always notice what was going on around him.
“So since when do you have a car?” He made a face.
“I've had to get sort of respectable.”
“What about the Ducati?”
“Oh, I've still got it.”
“Running well?”
“Better than ever.” We'd reached the car now, which was good, because an airport police officer, radio in hand, was on his way over. Sam rapidly popped the trunk and I handed him my rucksack, then he opened the rear door and I slid in. A woman about our age, with black hair cut in a cute bob, was riding shotgun.
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This is just off topic, but the BMW M-Zero looks SUH-WEET!!!

*ahem* I agree with the above. That BMW with the long hood should be fine.

I forgot the name of that particular BMW, but yeah, it should do well. No idea if it has a back seat

-EDIT-

That BMW is the M1. I knew it was an M series. An OLDER model, mind you, like a 1990 or so

That's a nice car. But the M1 I was talking about was 1990 or so.

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