I've recently been contemplating such existential questions as "What does my ride say about me?" I think my ride, a 2002 Honda Accord (silver), communicates to the world a boring message of apathy and, regrettably, conformity, with just a touch of incredulous rage:
"Hi! I'm a middle class, working mother of two with NO TIME to clean up those Doritos and Legos pieces strewn all over the car, much less time to have the front bumper repaired after that ASSHOLE ran into me with the kids in the car and DID NOT STOP in front of the Mighty Fine Hamburgers at the Megalomart shopping center. Carseats, check. We're safe, practical, and (save for the front end) indistinguishable from all the other mundane silver Honda Accords in the parking lot. Though we TRY to look cool with the KOOP radio sticker on the back of the car, I think you know we're just PHONING IT IN."
It could be worse, I suppose...Minivans broadcast, "On my way to the soccer game!" and Volvo station wagons scream, "I'm real pretentious!" or worse, "I'm a hippy!" (depending on your model). In fairness to us all, however, it's not like there are ANY COOL CARS out there in the world today. Nor have there been in the last 10 to 15 years or so. And those classic cars require upkeep, friends!
I learned recently that my friend Hugh, may be parting with his '97 Lincoln Mark VIII. How rad would that be? Just check out the tail lights...The exciting, two door feature would do wonders for my plan to discourage my children from getting in the car with me ever again. This bitch goes fast too, with a V8 engine. I wonder how many cup holders it has...
What are you driving?