You thought this was a sweet, ultra-safe alternative to the minivan. And, it was a good move until you started worrying a bit more about financing unfriendly countries in tough economic times. Furthermore, your kids have gotten to the age where they are busting your chops about global warming and how their cool friend’s parents now drive a mini-cooper. Consequently, to avoid embarrassment they duck out of sight when other vehicles near, and ask you to drop them a block short of their school (further defeating some m
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You don’t have the funds and/or are too practical to get the big boy SUV, but you’re also terrified of driving. You drove your rear wheel drive hoopty through the snow once, and
that was a horrifying enough experience to send you racing to the nearest dealership. Otherwise, you got confused at the intersection of fuel economy and safety. You somehow thought that the smaller vehicle would buy you some moral high ground in the realm of social responsibility. Unfortunately, your ride only gets you slightly better gas mileage than the dude in the suburban, and that’s only if you don’t have a load of groceries in the back. You have become painfully aware that the craftsmanship of this vehicle is not quite up to the standard of many of the full or midsize SUV’s, and what you initially made up for in purchase price, you’ve more than lost in repair costs and stunted life span of the vehicle.CAMARO / TRANS-AM / FIREBIRD
You’re nostalgic for the 80’s, not just because they were your best years, but also because you thought nothing ha
s been cool since. You are still a little bummed that Burt Reynolds and Lonnie Anderson didn’t work out. You own at least one pair of black ‘pleather’ driving gloves that you have worn into the local Best Buy when you had some novelty gadget installed in your ride. You consider it rude for people to park within a block of your car after you carefully straddled as many parking spots as you can, and the guys at the car wash know you on a first name basis (although behind your back they call you Smokey and the Bandit). Y
ou’ve just recently found a website that sells betamax videotapes, and you’re trying to collect as many as you can, before they completely disappear. You openly proclaim Michael Jackson a deranged freak, but there’s a special place in your glove box where you keep the King of Pop’s complete collection of 8 track tapes and a single glove. You go by the name Dr. Johnny Fever in chat rooms, but have to use your nephew’s computer to do so. You have occasionally considered trading in your mullet, pre-faded jeans, and leather jacket for modern gear. But, you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the perks of your fast food management lifestyle.
In this personal favorite, note how Knight Rider carefully parked his car between two poles.

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