Somewhere out there is a short story. Possibly with romantic leanings. Set in a world where peoples clothes are their cars. Cars are worn. You can buy new cars in stores in the same way you might buy a new outfit. To be seen out of your car is like being naked. The way the story is written doesn't give the impression of the car/clothes being big and bulky. They are treated exactly like clothes. It was probably in a collection..... obviously........ Any ideas?