"Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard of the van.
With headlights barely cutting through the gloom, Timothy steered Jacob London through the treacherous streets. The van rattled and whined, passing silent, imposing warehouses. Twice, they nearly took a wrong turn into the freezing Thames, but the van’s familiar gears seemed to know the way better than Tim did. Jacob London - Sugarlump
If you had a specific genre (e.g., fairytale, mystery) or context in mind for this title, let me know and I can refine the story! "Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard