Continuing the exploration from my previous work, what is my vehicle?, this piece reflects on the same inquiry, where I recount car conversations to my grandmother, who cannot read or write. I invited her to transcribe my memories using her intuitive handwriting rather than formal writing conventions. As we navigate our individual ways of processing and interpreting these shared moments, I am left wondering: Where are we heading? And where might our paths converge once more? How will the future make sense of our past?