The devil's ride

I named her Carrie because she was a car,
I bought it from a man called ray, 
only a few years old with low mileage; 
apparently he only used her to go to the supermarket, 
the first thing that I noticed was when you turned the key 
the engine wouldn't fire up,
you couldn't drive anywhere. 

I took the v6 apart in an attempt to solve the problem ;
but it still would not start,
so I phoned a mechanic ,
after waiting for over two hours he arrived, 
turned the key and said "you need gas !"
"what's gas ?" I asked, 
he replied bemused, "petrolium spirits,"
I had never realised that a car had to be possessed before you could drive it.