I like to think that my car of choice makes other people think that I like to hide my light under a bushel; I'm not so insecure that I like to brag about what I have and what I can do. I also like to think it gives the impression that while I am sturdy and reliable, I'm also a bit of an animal that, if provoked, will unleash his inner beast in either a positive or negative way, depending on the situation.
Hopefully, some will think that, while I don't like to be "flash", I do appreciate a well-engineered car and that I also am an enthusiastic driver because the car I have is rear-wheel drive, has a 2.5l 6-cylinder engine and is one of the best handling cars of it's class.
Sadly the reality is that people will think that I am an arrogant, road-hogging, sneering, inconsiderate bastard who runs over schoolchildren for fun and urinates on war-memorials. They see my car and liken me to some kind of bastard offspring of the antichrist and Piers Morgan.
I don't have any bumper-stickers, window vinyls, big exhaust-pipes, spinning rims or a spoiler that would look out of place on the Space Shuttle. The stereo system is standard and kept at a discreet volume so no-one else has to listen to what I am listening to. Painted dark blue, with standard manufacturer alloys (16"), four-doors and no badges at all apart from the manufacturer's emblem (not even a badge that says what model it is!), my car should not provoke a negative thought from anyone (unless you are a tree-cuddling vegetablist).
Sadly it is the cars only badges (one on the bonnet, one on the bootlid) that makes people think I am a complete and utter shitbag with the morals of a serial-killer.
I drive a BMW, if you hadn't already guessed.
Wardy
Hopefully, some will think that, while I don't like to be "flash", I do appreciate a well-engineered car and that I also am an enthusiastic driver because the car I have is rear-wheel drive, has a 2.5l 6-cylinder engine and is one of the best handling cars of it's class.
Sadly the reality is that people will think that I am an arrogant, road-hogging, sneering, inconsiderate bastard who runs over schoolchildren for fun and urinates on war-memorials. They see my car and liken me to some kind of bastard offspring of the antichrist and Piers Morgan.
I don't have any bumper-stickers, window vinyls, big exhaust-pipes, spinning rims or a spoiler that would look out of place on the Space Shuttle. The stereo system is standard and kept at a discreet volume so no-one else has to listen to what I am listening to. Painted dark blue, with standard manufacturer alloys (16"), four-doors and no badges at all apart from the manufacturer's emblem (not even a badge that says what model it is!), my car should not provoke a negative thought from anyone (unless you are a tree-cuddling vegetablist).
Sadly it is the cars only badges (one on the bonnet, one on the bootlid) that makes people think I am a complete and utter shitbag with the morals of a serial-killer.
I drive a BMW, if you hadn't already guessed.
Wardy
