I’m a Lamborghini Murcielago!
You’re not subtle, but you don’t want to be. Fast, loud, and dramatic, you want people to notice you, and then get out of the way. In a world full of sheep, you’re a raging bull.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
And while we are discussingthe Instapundit, I will let you all mull over this post he made at Wonkette:
NORA EPHRON writes on “Twenty-Five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to be Surprised By Over and Over Again.”
A couple of additions: (26) Journalists do, in fact, have agendas.
Also (27) Spermicide is not actually tasteless.
But this post is!
Things that make you go HRMM.
I’m a Mazda Miata!
You like to soak up the sun, but your tastes are down to earth. Everyone thinks you’re cute. Life is a winding road, and you like to take the curves in stride. Let other people compete in the rat race – you’re just here to enjoy the ride.
I was afraid I’d be a Ford Fiesta!!!!!!
What does this mean?
You are a Yugo. You are powerless, fragile, and slow to respond to threats. This is a very bad mixture. Go kill yourself before you hurt somebody else.
I’m a BMW M6. The velvet hammer.
Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to be Surprised By Over and Over Again:
That their government spies on them.
That nice guys finish last.
That people get old.
That our pricey health care system attracts the wrong people to medicine
That Tony Kornheiser is on television
that extended invasions give rise to insurgencies.
You are a Mazda RX-8!
You’re sporty, yet practical, and you have a style of your own. You like to have fun, and you like to bring friends along for the ride, but when it comes time for everyday chores, you’re willing to do your part.
Heh…not a bad freebie psych profile.
I’m a Honda S2000
You live on the edge, and you live for the adrenaline rush. You don’t need luxuries, snob appeal, or superfluous gadgets. You put your top down, get your motor revving, and take all the curves that life throws at you at full speed. So what if you spin out occasionally?
I really like that PTI show. It’s very funny. It reminds me eerily of conversations I have with my family.
Something I would absolutely love to overhear…
You Are a Chevrolet Corvette
You’re a classic – powerful, athletic, and competitive. You’re all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Oh dear, I have to take a test?
I already know what car I want to be:
Dear God why won’t my wife let me buy this car?
The Shelby GT500 is due in showrooms this summer. Life is short.
I got your fancy foreign car, right here.
sounds like my university days…
LOL. Political compass said I was centrist. This quiz says I have a split personality. Whatever. I really like this car.
Okay, the test says I’m a Corvette. True, the C6 is a fine car, more refined than my Shelby.
But I refer the site’s authors to a review of the original Shelby Cobra from the 1960’s, in one of the popular car magazines:
This is not a car, it’s a weapon designed to deliver its occupants to their destination in the smallest possible length of time.
I mean, what else is a car for?
Bottom line, though, Shelby or Vette, they’re both completely American cars. I’m an American. Take your pasta-eaters and rice burners and schnitzel-lovers and begone. USA all the way, baby!
John is indeed a Murcielago, because he is obviously bats.
If Krista is a Honda 2000, it means she is shifty (4-cylinders require it).
As for Tony Kornheiser, he’s a Ford Aspire. Just as the odious little Ford is aspiring (and failing) to be a real car, TK is aspiring in vain to be a combination Jim Murray and H.L. Mencken. Seen from the vantage point of the Palm bar, he is the epitome of Washington’s “kiss up, kick down” culture. Uriah Heep with a pencil.
A Palm waiter ( to whom he referred to as one of “the littles”) once made a wish to the effect that, “I hope his dog Maggie eats him while sleeps.”
I’m a Vette. Does that mean I’m a middle aged white guy having a crisis?
Pop quiz, when was the last time you saw someone under 40 driving a corvette?
Why that must mean you’re a liberal democrat.
only (half) kidding.
Not many under 40 can afford one. The C6 MSRP will be in the high forties to low fifties, and you are often talking close to $60k by the time you add a few things and take care of the tax, license and dealer prep.
And then … you have to insure it.
OK, I’m a Lamborghini too, which can only mean that this quiz is pure crap. Not real at all. The Lamborghini is a pornographer’s car. The ’73 Maserati Ghibli is the true coolest Italian sports car of all time. This thing just screams one-sided oral sex.
Just found and completed the sports car questionnaire. It must be good. I’m a 63 yr old, retired guy who finally got my first Corvette last summer. (2002 converible – black on black) Vroom – vrooom. In all truth however, my wife sez I may be many things, but sporty ain’t one. :-)
I was purposely a bit curmudgeonly in answering these questions last night, via Bainbridge, and I came out as a Miata. I then went back and answered the exact opposite for each question, and of course, that resulted in a Murcielago.
I own a VW Golf, so I doubt this thing could work as well for me as it did for Glenn Reynolds. But I’ve at least driven a Miata before, which is much more than I can say for the Lambo…
Rx-8 for me…
I was with it until the last part. Plus, I think the car is heinous looking.
Sweet – I love the Vette. Although, I will say that if I had $45-50K, it’d be damn tough to choose between a Z51 C6, and the Shelby GT500. Gimme $65K, though, and I’ll take the Vette Z06, which would be the best of both worlds.
Plenty of people under forty can afford it. They just buy other cars. I would never buy a Vette but I also wouldn’t ever turn down a chance to drive one.
This is frightening: I’m the same car as John. Is this an attack on my femininity? Also, I don’t like the car.
And to make matters worse, I was avoiding Wonkette today specifically because Glenn was there and not only did John quote him, he quoted THAT. Gah.
Hey, Louise, it could have been worse: imagine being a Yugo, for instance. Or the poor guy who wound up getting this “fortune”:
You are a 1976 MGB. You’re superficially attractive, but unreliable and finicky at the best of times, and prone to complete and irreversible failure always. It’s not for nothing that you’re display a bumper sticker which says “All the parts falling off this car are of the finest British manufacture.”
The C6 is arguably the best retail sports car in the world. By retail I mean, not in the class of the $150k+ specialty cars that only CEOs and baseball players can afford. Affordable, even if remotely so, by ordinary mortals. The popular car magazines are basically leaning toward saying that it is, largely because it is at the same time so advanced and powerful, and yet docile and user-friendly. If I weren’t a genetically-engineered Mustang devotee, I’d have one myself.
I read its as fast as the Ford GT which is at least twice the price.
All props to the C6. Its a rocket. But the kids don’t want them. Its got an image problem. Its not the car the young and successful buy to show off how successful and young they are. Its got the image of being the car for the average working guy who’s kids have finally moved out.
Yes, true, but those are not “car people”. Those are BMW drivers, and they are not invited to hang out in the alley and drink beer with us.
Ferrari 360 Modena.
And I’d really prefer not to think about the taste of spermicide or anything remotely related while preparing dinner for my kindergartner.
Sometimes I DON’T want to hold more than one thought in my mind at a time.
I’m at least the third Mazda whatever on this thread–what does that say about this site’s demograghics?
My real car is a 97 Honda Civic, a car i bought purely for practical reasons. Then I found out from my (male) students that my car was cool! Apparently it can be made into a hot rod. The boys told me that my car is the second-most-frequently stolen car, to my amazement. Which turns out to be true–it’s been stolen twice. The first time the crooks pushed it down the street, giving up two blocks away. The second time the thieves drove around for awhile, changed my radio station, smoked and used my ashtray, stole the gas cap (why?) and left my car in an alley.
Now I have one of those steering wheel lock things.
Spooky. I have a ’98 civic and also came out a Mazda RX-8. Whatever that means.
Anyone who doesn’t like corvettes has never ridden in one.
Recent years have brought some less attractive vette designs, but they are still amazing cars, and dollar for dollar, more amazing still.
OK now we’re getting personal.
There’s gotta be some snark in there because that comment makes no sense.
I know people who’ve ridden in corvettes and hated the ride. Too oow to the ground they said.
Either way liking one doesn’t mean you’d buy one if you had the means. Somewhere in its lifetime the corvette has developed a rep as a car for the white man over 40. A trophy car after years of minivan or station wagon driving. Sweet car bad rep. Same with Cadilac. They can put all the corvette engines in they want but its still a Cadilac which has an image as being the other choice of folks who drive Lincolns. Cadilac STS-V rocks but who owns one?
I don’t do snark.
Okay, I live, eat and breathe snark.
Tim F, Either it means we aren’t sports car people or it means late nineties Honda Civics are, in fact, sports cars. According to my students, there is something special about the pre98 Civic transmissions.
“You are a Mercedes SLK!
You appreciate the finer things in life. You have a split personality – wild or conservative, depending on your mood. Wherever you go, you like to travel first class. Luxury, style, and fun – who could ask for more?”
Heh. Indeed.™ (and Instapundit was quite correct on both counts).
Shifty? Probably the least-used word to describe me.
dougJ is a Citroen 2CV6 Deux Chevaux that picked up members of the Bader-Meinhof group on their way to slitting a banker’s throat.
Or a Mobylette on its way to a drive-by, throwing bread at hooded nuns at the Cité Universitaire in Paris.