I'm a Porsche 911!
You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite,and you know it.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Ha ha ha. I got a better car than Instapundit. But dammit, Bainbridge, get out of my car! Was it the "Are you competitive?" question? Dammit, get out of my car!
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pffft - i am a Lamborghini Murcielago!
fyi, i am the real David
Predictably I was the same as Instapundit, when yopu put down practical its going the wrong direction.
I'm a Vette. Should be a Z06 though.
You, me and Bainbridge. We ain't all gonna fit in that Porsche.
I'm actually not a sports car type at all. My dream car is probably a '73 Chrysler Newport which my grandparents owned when I was young and which you can see it lurking on the left side of this picture of me and my uncle on his motorcycle. Unfortunately you can also see the car that supplanted it, a Dodge Aspen, which according to Car Talk is one of the worst cars of the last millenium. My childhood was a string of bad cars actually. My mother owned a green Volkswagen Superbeetle that I was almost killed in, which was then replaced by a yellow Ford Pinto (the subject of the amusing bumper sticker that read "Hit me and we blow up together"). That was replaced by a powder blue '86 Ford Escort, which sadly was a huge step up. Then there was my grandparent's Aspen which turned into a pile of powdered iron oxide in two years and was replaced by a Chrysler 5th Avenue. And don't mention my uncle's Maverick or my other uncle's MGB. Or the Model T.
I'm traumatized.
I'm a Dodge Viper! The last gasp of a dying multi-national industrial company, I love it! Or more charitably:
You're all about raw power. You're tough, you're loud, and you don't take crap from anyone. Leave finesse to the other cars, the ones eating your dust.
I am 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 think only the very last sentence really describes me, though. I do drive a Honda in real life--but the Element.
Mercedes with a Gremlin attitude
I'm a 1966 GMC pickup truck up on blocks waiting for a new transmission.
Just call me Silvio.
(And should I make a joke about how Prof. Althouse enjoys climbing up inside of me every day? Would it be an insouciant reversal of expected gender roles? Or would it be just plain wrong, and inappropriate?)
I'm a 1993 Subaru that's been banged up and driven too hard and had my paint flaked off and been restored and repainted and runs like a dream.
I'm a Vette too. What answers would result in my being a Pinto?
Wow, this brightened my day.
I'm a Ferrari 360 Modena. Red, too.
Not sure about the high-maintenance part, though, as a general rule.
What the hell! It beats being a 12-year-old Duster with a gash in the drivers' side door!
Hey, Ann, I know you also took the science fiction/fantasy character quiz. Did you ever take the "Geek Quiz," though?
Nine years ago, a driver in an old sedan plowed into the rear of my stationary Porsche 911 at 55 miles an hour. Although I was behind the wheel, I suffered no serious injuries. The Porsche 911 will always get my vote.
Audi TT
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