Last night I had a dream about the new car (I'm due to pick up my new Prius in just 3-1/2 hours). In the dream, the car was full of significant flaws: the most memorable being that the top of the windshield was four inches below my eyes, and even then the top several inches of the windshield were darkly tinted so I had to slouch or lean sideways to see out the front of the car; and the gearshift and emergency brakes were on huge columns (three-feet long and six-inches in diameter) growing up out of the floor just to the right of the brake, so I had to accelerate and brake with my left foot while folding my right leg under me.
Once I finally got the hang of driving the car, it appeared that we were on the mountain road half a mile from my mom's house, except that the side of the mountain was now a jungle, with the ruins of a Buddhist monastery peeping through. I drove on a small, broken dirt road to the monastery to find a group of 20- to 30-somethings who were in the process of restoring it in order to turn it into a commune. Jeff and I were thinking about moving there, but the other folk were concerned that we wouldn't be able to get in and out, since the road we had taken off the highway likely would vanish or be closed during the winter snows, telling me that they came in and out directly up the mountain using all-terrain vehicles rather than via the road we had taken.
That's all I recall.
I do think you're a little anxious. :-) Have fun driving it.
Dang, and I was trying to keep my newly acquired Buddhist monastery a surprise...