Her response elicited a snort from Booth. "I couldn't help myself," he replied, pulling his arm off the seat as Gracie got in. "1969 vintage. Since it's on my own dime, I thought I'd get something fun." He'd attempted once on the FBI's dime and Bones had blackmailed him into letting her drive, completely nixing the point of getting the car in the first place.
Once she was in the car, he glanced in his sideview mirror before pulling back out. "It wasn't by choice, I'll tell you that much," he stated dryly. With a flick of the switch, he turned down the classic rock coming out of the speakers.