"try us out"

the little black car is there where it was left, by the back entrance to the police station, right beside the parking space for handicapped drivers. Open the lid at the back of the vehicle, put the bag in. Then get in, start the engine, turn on the lights and drive. The car has a tight turning  circle, useful in the small streets.
It had been raining, and the car was out on the street all the time. There is no good reception on the radio, just spluttering sound. The radio has an awkward interface, it is distracting and over complicated. There is endless information on things that are not now required, and the only transmitters coming in clearly are the popular stations with wailing singers bemoaning the destitute state of their personal affairs, their disappointment with the treatment that they have received from those whose attention they desire, it is all one desolate egocentric wailing. Then there is a commentator who starts extolling programs that function as partner exchanges, it all seems to just be the oldest business in the world.
Turn the radio off, concentrate on the traffic, try to keep a constant speed over the motorway, let the others do the racing.
The little car has a grumbly diesel engine, but it runs. A tiny two seater car, stuck between to heavy Czech trucks on the motorway, an advertisment on the back of the truck showing a picture of a grinning young woman  with the text "try us out" in five languages. What is to be tested is not specified, but presumably the carriage service is what is meant.
Arrive at the university complex, find a parking space between two SUV cars, get out of the car, taking care to turn off the lights, get the bag out of the bag  and go to the physics building. There is a worker just coming out, wish him a good morning.

Travelling by car is not as social as travelling by train.