Probably not quite as complex as a modern car would have been, but there had been a good thirty years or so between WWII and Vietnam. There was virtually no electrical systems in the engine, but it was still more advanced than a military cruiser in Nazi-riddled Europe would have been. Harry slid out of the driver's seat, leaving his staff and blasting rod in the Jeep, and stood beside Godric.
Sunset was past, and the night was starting to really stretch its legs. Harry began to draw in his will, in order to light his pentacle amulet, but stopped quickly. "Hey. I know there are different types of vampire around. Are you the sort that gets affected by symbols of faith?"
Pouring will into his amulet, the symbol of magic which was Harry's most potent belief, had repelled vampires in the past. Black and Red courts, mostly. He didn't want to inadvertently hurt Godric.