I can recall the experience of getting in on a cold morning, pumping the throttle pedal three times to activate the semi-automatic choke, starting it, and getting out to clear frost off the window while it warmed up a little. The tactile feeling and squeak of the throttle linkage, the sound of the starter motor, the hollow sound of the door closing, and the noxious exhaust from the cold start (which I haven't smelled in 30 years). I remember how my little plastic window scraper sounded when scraping the glass, and even how the defrost vents made two regions which were always easier to scrape. But, I cannot really remember a specific episode of this on a certain date or leading to a particular trip.

On the other hand, I do have an episodic memory on my final trip in this truck. It was sliding off an icy road, rolling over, and sledding down a steep slope. I remember the ruptured, snow-filled windshield, and the sound of the engine idling upside-down. I remember the slow motion way the whole crash unfolded, and the clothes I was wearing as I crawled back to the roadway.

Ironically, I have more emotional context with the generic cold-start memory. It brings with it some vignette of teenage eagerness and pride in having this vehicle and the freedom it represented. The crash is more dissociated, a movie I was watching from within myself. I can meta-remember that I was very distressed afterward, but those feelings are not connected with the memory during recall.