Every car ends up with one.
 

A jacket that doesn’t get hung up. Doesn’t get folded. Doesn’t get thought about. It just stays there, ready for whatever the temperature decides to do.
 

It’s not the nicest jacket you own. That’s why it works. It knows the car. It smells like the season. It’s been through enough mornings that you trust it without checking the forecast.
 

Winter turns jackets into tools instead of statements.
 

And the best ones don’t ask for attention — they just show up when needed.