First is the Worst

My car is a Toyota Yaris. It is a 2 door, tiny car. Bright Blue! I can fit 5 people in that car, sometimes 6 if my friends are feeling particularly dedicated. 

Some people think the car you drives reflects the person you are. The man who chooses to jump out of his Hummer is probably compensating for a tiny penis. Sadly, he cannot use his car in the same capacity of what he's making up for.  

The low rider cars in such custom colors as shiny purple and green stands to say, I'm black, and I love to invest a good chunk of money in my car, because it will get me laid. (It won't. (right?!?!)) The windows are so tinted because...well....I don't know why. Maybe these stereotypical people aren't even usually black. Oh god, what have I done?! 

Jeeps without doors or roofs or even windshields say "I am a teen or twenty something who drinks a lot, and, like, love the beach and, like, whoa. I think I have bugs in my teeth..." They also apparently have a death wish. 

So what does my car say about me? I'm not sure, I have to guess. So far, here are my theories: I must be a clown, look at that car packed with way too many people. Or perhaps a pirate. It is a YAAARRRRis after all. Ok the second may just be wishful thinking.

Maybe I am like my car because we are both non-threatening. This car is not going to take on another car in a game of chicken, or a bicycle for that matter. I'm non threatening too, except for a glare I save for special people (you know who you are (Peter)). 

So in closing... That is all.