Drive my car

I’ve developed a theory, using an unscientific method, that determines a driver’s personality based on the make of their car.

This is solely based on observations made on the Palmetto Expressway in Miami, FL and does not necessarily apply to how you conduct yourself outside of your car.

For instance, I can only determine that the driver of a BMW is only an asshole while he/she is in their car and on the Palmetto. However, I cannot assert with certainty that he/she is an asshole outside of their car (even though we all know they are most likely an even bigger asshole on foot).


Acura: You may think that big “A” on your hood represents the make of your car, but it really stands for “Asshole-in-training.” Although you aspire to drive a BMW, you are not quite there yet. Your angst to make it to BMW-Asshole-Status is apparent in the way you abruptly change lanes and end up behind a 16-wheeler going 20 miles under the speed limit.

Audi: You must be a Buddhist, Audi driver. I’ve never seen such serenity and control on the Palmetto. Even when you are pushed to the limit by some asshole in a BMW applying concealer and/or lip gloss, you gracefully pull around him/her without flinching.

Cadillac: Why are you on the Palmetto at this hour? You could have selected the 11 a.m. time slot for your mammogram, but now look at you: Stressed, sweaty and hunched over your steering wheel, while you check the blind spot created by your enormous car. Breaking news grandma, no one is going to let you in this lane, especially not the guy in the BMW 7-series, because you have your blinker on.

Chrysler: You are a tourist. We are all trying really hard to be nice.

Ford: You are a recognition-seeking driver, the kind that lets other drivers in your lane or slows down for construction workers to earn a polite wave or flicker of the high-beams. You do this to pretend that your fellow drivers are thanking you for buying an American car. You tell yourself that your purchase single-handedly saved the American car industry and that other drivers are enthusiastically chanting, “U-S-A! U-S-A!” from the inside of their modern and well-appointed foreign car that has a better warranty and much higher resale value that yours.

Honda: If you are the driver of a four-door Accord, you are the Debbie Downer of the Palmetto. I can tell by your bumper-stickers. You drive in a way that makes me think you have self-esteem issues. Maybe it’s because you don’t like yourself enough to drive a car with personality. If you are the driver of a Civic, you are going through life pretending to be a responsible adult, but you’re not fooling anyone. It’s 8:30 a.m. and you are already drunk or high or both.

Infiniti: Every time you want to be an asshole, like your friend in the BMW, you remind yourself that you are a role model. Other drivers look up to you. They are constantly checking out your car and wondering how much you make a year.

Lexus: You are old. You and the lady in the Cadillac should stay in the right lane at all times. In the event that you are not above the age of 76, it’s clear to me and the rest of the drivers on the Palmetto that you bought this car because you are trying to impress your boss or your in-laws, who drive BMWs. Regardless, you are getting no where near the left lane.

Mercedes Benz: Although you had the good sense not to buy a BMW, you drive like you own the Palmetto. Maybe you do. But your sense of entitlement is annoying. There are other people on the highway, you know. By the way, how much did you pay for your car? And you still can’t get the bluetooth to work?

Nissan: Like Honda, I can break this brand down by model. Are you the driver of a Nissan Altima? Then that means you are really angry about your job – or your life in general. You drive like you don’t want to be anywhere and that’s because you really don’t want to be anywhere. Are you the driver of a Nissan Maxima? Then that means you’ve made it. You drive just like an Infiniti driver, only with your urban music blaring. Drivers of both the Altima and Maxima could be easily coaxed into racing alongside an asshole in a BMW.

Toyota: You are one of two people. You are either an older person nearing retirement (if not retired already) or you are a young person driving the car you’ve inherited from your parents. Whoever you may be, there is a good chance that you are A) scared, B) missing car parts, C) lost or D) all of the above. Inevitably some asshole in a BMW will make you swerve off the road and you will undoubtedly poop your pants.

Published by Mari

I was born with a widow's peak and a thick accent. I majored in English as a second language. I work ( and travel ( and sometimes do both.

6 thoughts on “Drive my car

  1. I am a proud owner of a Nissan Altima and I am HAPPY! Ha, ha… since when are you a fortune teller? Even though I don’t agree about your Nissan Altima drivers observation I DO agree with some of the others. From now on when driving on the Palmetto I will observe drivers and car brands carefully.

  2. I drive a 1997 Nissan Maxima, so I seem to be fine in your book. Nevertheless my wife drives a Hyundai Elantra Sport Touring. I imagine these vehicles pass you by unseen and under-appreciated! I’ve just signed up to read more of your brilliant spoofs. Keep calm and carry on writing!

    1. Thanks Martin! I may have to write a part two to this post, as I’ve received requests from two very attention-starved Jeep drivers. So, a Hyundai profile is not completely out of the question. The good news is they are quite agreeable chauffeurs.

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