As the old saying goes, you can tell a lot about a person by the car they drive.
Realistically, your car is the most feasible thing you could afford and there is literally no link whatsoever between it and your personality.
So, based on the findings of an overactive imagination, here’s what your car says about you.
Volkswagen Golf
You’re a dependable Deirdre. If you make plans, you’ll certainly stick to them and possibly arrive 10-15 minutes early. Spontaneity doesn’t run through your veins and that’s absolutely fine. You passed the driving test first time round and scored 40/40 on the theory test, nerd. Family is important to you and so is the entire Gossip Girl series. Weekends are generally spent doing a cheeky bit of shopping with your precious Michael Kors bag in tow, then hitting town with the girls for a few even cheekier drinks. Careful now, you’ve a meticulously planned week ahead of you.
Mini Cooper
Check you out, privileged Polly! Daddy got you this car for college and you haven’t looked back since. He’ll often throw a cheeky tank of petrol into her for good measure, without Mam’s knowledge. The car is pristine and is generally used to transport you and the gang to and from each others houses, along with the occasional Saturday night drive through town to see who’s out and with whom. Your car is kitted out with Yankee Candle air fresheners and a heap of empty smoothie bottles. The boot houses a yoga mat and entire outfit change in case you’re ever caught looking hideous.
Renault Clio
This is the best car you could afford and sure doesn’t it get you from A to B. It was your brother’s car before he eventually reached levels of mortification that surpassed the average quota. The driving test wasn’t a picnic, but the examiner 100% had it in for you, the prick. Not to worry, fourth time lucky and look at you know. You’ve accessorised the car to within an inch of its life and brother dearest added a few alloys out of the goodness of his heart. Weekends involve general delinquency such as watching X Factor and ordering unnecessary accessories from Asos.
(Old) Honda Civic
Paula Petrol Head, they call you! You’re mad about cars and they’re mad about you. This isn’t any ordinary 1997 Honda Civic, this is the most kitted out 1997 Honda Civic that our roads have ever seen. Those tyres are sparkling, that sunroof is fully operational and that front bumper is extended so your car makes the sound of a cat in labour as you fly over those unexpected ramps. You’ve big ambitions in life, most notably your aspiration to secure a 2007 Honda Civic in the next few years.
Opel Corsa
Money should be saved for a rainy day, says you. No point in splashing out on any of life’s essentials. You’re a careful spender and your friends constantly mock you for it. ‘Tight Tina’, they call you. More the fools them, wasting their money on expensive clothes and Kardashian-budget nights out. Cop on. Your car is immaculate and you have no qualms about heavily hinting that your friends chip in for petrol if you’re giving them a lift once a year. Divil.
Little Tykes Cozy Coupe
You are the coolest kid in the neighbourhood and everyone wants to be your friend. Well done.
[Last pic via Little Tikes]
