I think a man's car says a lot about him.
PB and I met in college and when he picked me up for our first date I was thrilled to see that he drove a very used car with a rusted bumper.
Because I took one look at that car and knew that he had bought that car himself with money he had worked for. The fact that the car was a very dated sedan also told me he wasn't one of those guys who needs a sports car to feel manly.
It's seventeen years later and nothing has changed. PB's car is 12 years old and approaching 200,000 miles and he intends to drive that thing until there's no life left in her. She's started to display some aches and pains, but we're optimistic she'll hold on a little while longer.
Her most recent ailment seems to be a defunct stereo system, but PB has that taken care of:
I'd say that's pretty good redneck engineering for a yankee.
P.S. Extra credit to the people who know the origin of this post's title!