I’m a 1971 Super Beetle. Economical, not very flashy, a little countercultural, and getting a wee bit long in the tooth. 
I’m a semi new 18 wheeler, with trailer attached. Big, clunky, makes wide turns, and when I get moving it takes me a while to slow down. And with my work mentality it takes a major problem to keep me from working, I go to work unless I am too disoriented to walk straight.
Actually, a friend of mine came up with my description back in 1986, with no prompting from me…
I’m an old VB Beetle…canary yellow. Rusted as hell. The driver’s side door is painted with primer, and the exhaust pipe and passenger door are held on with coat hangers.
I am a Dodge Ram 1500 quad-cab with 5.9L V8 engine. I have enough horsepower to go when it counts, and enough room for family, too. Yet I still manage to retain my truck-like appearance.
(I actually own one of these, and it just is me.)
I’m a parti-coloured Austin Mini, with 150 pounds of english literature and 17[sup]th[/sup] century philosophy in the back seat for traction. All of my friends make fun of my nitrous-kit.
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Especially important is the big spare tire right out front.
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I am a truck. Older model, doesn’t matter what kind. I’m huge, have huge tires and a lift kit. I’m the baddest ass truck this side of the Mississippi. I can tackle any mud hole and climb the steepest hills. I’m made of various-colored panels from various colored other trucks. The rearview mirror is held on by duct tape, and I have no muffler. The windshield is cracked, and the license plate reads ROADKYL…or maybe BEAST.
I am a reproduction Studebaker Avanti, fitted with a hybrid fuel-cell-electric drive, a stereo that plays all known open-source files formats (and picks up five different kinds of digital radio), and electrochromic windows that can be dialed to any setting between ‘transparent’ and ‘opaque’, including ‘silver’ and ‘black’. 
I took a Texan to his wedding. Yes, I took a Texan to a wedding. Now I’m worthlessss…
I think I’d be a Volkswagan “Thing.”
Ranchoth
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(Well someone had to say it…)
Ok, to put it in English:
Lots of noise coming from the intake, just a little too light in back so even I don’t know where I’m going in the corners, but I still can get good traction once I straighten out. Still a little too heavy and not enough power but a lot of fun nonetheless. There are faster cars out there, but who cares what other people are driving.
Paint is an afterthought.