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Battered to feck Previas and Volvo estates in certain areas of North London.

Black A3s and Golfs in South London.

Gold Mercs and Toyotas more to the West.

Fords with ukip stickers in the East.

 

There, I've summed up London in racial Stereotypes ,without mentioning people in Audi A6s and Passats with black windows stealing our jobs ( assuming we wanted to work in a carwash or labour on site for £50 a day)

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So the stereotype of the cars in our family fleet.

 

Mx5 Mk1 - Used to be "hairdressers".  Is now old couple in their late 50's who go to the ownersclub rally and polish a lot. they never actually fix the car themselves but use a local mgb specialist. or a 22 year old who lives with his parents and has lowered it to scrape the ground, has stretched tyres and plans a Turbo un-upgrade.

Generation 1 BINI Cooper - Used to be a 25 year old single primary school teacher, who lives with her parents above a Chip Shop in Derby, whilst she awaits them finding her a suitable husband, Or a Gay Hairdresser. Now appears to be a 35 year old married primary school teacher, whose camp husband does the servicing himself, and was surprised at how great to drive the gaydar car is.

Honda Accord. First owner : Retired 63 year old former accountant, whose wife has a hindo jizz and he was so impressed he bought a diesel accord despite the fact that he never goes far. 4th owner, a 48 year old engineer, who can't stand the thought of a VW, Audi or BMW or anything French, and hates the rust on a mazda 6, doesn't want to look like a Derby taxi driver in an Avensis, so it was either a Merc or a Honda. He's obviolusly regretting now getting a Merc as it would be cheaper to fix.

Astra mk4 First owner would be a hire car company, although they wouldn't choose red. 10th owner would be a bloke in chester who lives in awe of anything built in ellesmere port, and he's had 7 of them.

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Any small hatchback with a 'powered by fairy dust' sticker: it'll be a <25-year-old woman, and the car won't have been serviced this decade. The driver will mainly be texting / facebooking, won't indicate, and will be driven with considerable 'confidence' - hard on the gas and brakes, sharp steering inputs, gap left behind the car in front measured in millimetres. If someone they cut up beeps at them, or even looks at them, the whole 'sparkly fairydust' vibe goes out the window, to be replaced by a rage-filled, gobby, foul-mouthed, assistant-of-Satan demeanour.

 

So spot on there lol! Often Black KA's with pink trimmings. Southend has plenty of these..

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Yougov profiles are quite revealing - apparently...

 

Rovers are driven by 18-24 year old women from the Midlands:  https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Rover/demographics

 

Audis are driven by 25-39 year old right-wing men from London:  https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Audi/demographics

 

Vauxhalls driven by 40-59 year old men from East Anglia who like rhythmic gymnastics and Spandau Ballet https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Vauxhall/demographics

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Not all cars are driven by their respective stereotypes, but mention the following and I think off...

 

Mercedes Benz Coupes - turtle necked, leather skinned 80 year old women with big hair and big blue tinted sunglasses.

 

PT Cruisers - red necked good old boy confederates from Runcorn or Billericay.

 

Big black 4 door  pick-ups - bull necked self-employed plasterers in a manic hell for leather dash between one plastering job and the next.

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Yougov profiles are quite revealing - apparently...

 

Rovers are driven by 18-24 year old women from the Midlands:  https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Rover/demographics

 

Audis are driven by 25-39 year old right-wing men from London:  https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Audi/demographics

 

Vauxhalls driven by 40-59 year old men from East Anglia who like rhythmic gymnastics and Spandau Ballet https://yougov.co.uk/profiler#/Vauxhall/demographics

Pretty accurate my 23 year old daughter drives a Rover 600, lives in Milton Keynes and works in childcare and as a waitress.

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I know, but it's the car that's making me into a stereotype.

 

 

I'm just a stereotype

I can't drink my age in pints

I don't have girls every night

But apparently I really exist

 

(With apologies to Jerry Dammers and Neville Staple)

His mum she waits up, she hopes he's alright

But he's wrapped round a lampost on Saturday night............

 

(When I saw the thread title, I thought of this little appreciated Specials track too!!)

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New Skodas - Smaller models are often driven by, well, very normal people going about thier own business, many of these Skodas are going around but few are ever noticed. Bigger Skodas are starting to be taken over by the White shirt 'n' tie man, the busy sales/office executive who hangs his jacket on the hook in the back, keeps his briefcase on the passenger seat and is always driving very fast to the next meeting. His Skoda is always often an electric Blue colour and he has that busy executive look on his face. Not quite the "inches off your rear bumper" type, yet.

 

 

 

Can you tell that LS has been in my Skoda?

Now, get that fat fuck in the Audi pissline out of my way, I've got an IT business analyst conference to get to.

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The seven ages of car ownership in West Cumbria:

 

First car. Once a snotter, the best you could afford with your meagre means. For today's West Cumbrian first car buyer though this is likely to be a Citroen C1 or Ford Ka. Probably on some wallet-meltingly stupid finance deal, the only advantage of which is a small deposit being needed. Usually purchased from a branch of Arnold Clark, after initially heading in there with a couple of grand for a decent used car in your pocket, but being seduced by the whole drive now, pay later guff.

 

Second Car. Having tired of the poverty spec of first car, West Cumbrian young persons will usually try and "move up in the world" by aiming for a BINI. Some fail and end up with a Fiat 500, or Vauxhall Adam. Key points in their favour are blue-tooth connectivity, and smooth salespersons who try to convince you that because there are eleventy billion combinations of an Adam, buying one makes you a far sighted individual of impeccable taste and refinement.

 

Third Car. Oops!: After nocturnal fumblings in Maccy D's car park in Gavin or Chantelle's Second Car, the result is [a] McFries stuck to an arse cheek and  a bun in the oven. Clearly second car is both the cause of the problem and not a long-term solution. Gavin acts decisively and one or both of his and Chantelle's cars are PX'd for a 500L/Juke/Meriva/B-Max.

 

Fourth Car. After further ill-advised fumblings in a Barratt home, the small family car is insufficient. Depending on the frequency of oops moments, the replacement can be anything from a Qashqai to a Ford Galaxy. Determined breeders graduate to a Galaxy in no time.

 

Fifth Car. After repeated people carrier purchases, Gavin is heartily sick of driving around in something that looks and smells like an ice cream van. He leaves that with Chantelle, and tries to appear young and/or dynamic by buying a sporty car. Years of people carriers, preceded by years of modern grey porridge have dulled Gavin's senses though, and he decides that a Hyundai Veloster is the very thing for him. It even has a back door, so is slightly kid (or more likely by this point, teenager) friendly.

 

Sixth Car. Gavin is now doing OK at work, and doesn't have to ferry any kids about any more as they've all sodded off to University, along with the bulk of his cash. Gavin treats himself to something large, comfortable, and macho. Something like a BMW X6 or Lexus RX. He stops pretending he is young and dynamic, and now pretends to be sophisticated and urbane. The golf clubs didn't fit easily in the Veloster's boot, anyway.

 

Seventh Car. A combination of severe financial constraints (after having to pay for everything in his kids' lives, including their first and second cars) and complete fear of parking brought on by several incidents in a succession of inappropriately large 4x4s, Gavin returns almost full circle and buys a small car again. As Gavin is now a wiser man though, he buys from a value for money brand. Gavin dodders around in a Hyundai i10/Nissan Pixo/ Mitsubishi Mirage, adding battle scars as he goes. The golf clubs don't fit in the boot, but Gavin finally admits he detested golf anyway, and would rather sit in of an afternoon watching Countdown.

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