So, I was posting into the Should I Feel Guilty thread and I said something in there that I thought would be a good thread on its' own - personification of your RX-8. In other words, who is living inside your car and what do they do?

For example, what I posted in that thread is that I feel like there's a serious little Japanese engineer guy, wearing a white lab coat, who looks a lot like Pat Morita, in his role of Mr. Miyagi in The Karate Kid, at the controls of the TCS system. Whenever I get the car out of shape, or invoke wheel spin, he hits his big red button that says "I Think Not!" and the computer kicks in to cut the power, apply the brakes, whatever it takes. (At least he's not the stern German guy under the hood of a Benz, who, even when you shut off the traction control, still has his hand on the "I Think Not!" button.)

The engine on the other hand, is some sort of thoroughbred racing animal. I haven't decided if it is a greyhound or a thoroughbred race horse - I think horse as it is happy to lope along, but give him the crop and he bolts for the wire.

I also feel like it's a committee effort whenever I cold start the car - there's a couple of folks under there who set the systems, make sure all is correct and then wake up the horse, who awakes with a start and starts pacing quickly all over his stall, waiting to get out.

Who is inside your car?

 

LOL some imagination you got going there Stew! Umm who is inside my car.........i'd like think ME!! cause i'm doing the driving..........and then jesus haha looking from above, making sure my car stays planted on the road. Other than that.......really whoever in my car are passengers haha...

 

Okay, I'll bite.

Lets see, sometimes I feel like there is a jet engine/plane in my car. This is also pretty evident when I let my friend drive it (who is incredibly childish and freespirited), he makes missle and gun noises like he's in a fighter jet.

In terms of a guy that's inside my car? Hmm, I would have to say it's a type of bad guy/shady hero in a movie. The kind that's pretty quiet for the first half of the movie, and you're not really not sure about the guy... like if he's putting on an act. Then the second half of the movie, when the S#!t hits the fan, he starts the business and goes into high gear destroys everything around him.

hmmm.... kinda like Bruce Lee.

michael

 

I like to think that there is a hot chick next to me saying: "You don't need to think. You need to drive. You need speed. You need to go out there, and you need to rev your engine. You need to fire it up. You need to grab ahold of that line between speed and chaos, and you need to wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra. And then, when the fear rises up in your belly, you use it. And you know that fear is powerful, because it has been there for billions of years! And it is good! And you use it! And you ride it; you ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell, and then you win! You WIN! And you don't win for anybody else. You win for you, you know why? Because a man takes what he wants. He takes it all. And you're a man, aren't you? Aren't you?!"

I also like to drive with a live cougar, but it's hard to control my heart rate when I've got a cougar on me.

 

Wow, I think I just got a half-man in the computer lab. Well said. You military guys must spend a lot of time thinking about what hot women would say to you, huh?

 

Nothing with the engine, but I found an austrian in my trunk once.

Now that I think about it, I'm sure he's still there....

 

I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew, Chip!

 

I also sometimes think I'm driving with Eight Pound, Six Ounce, Newborn Baby Jesus, lying there in his little ghost manger, lookin' at his Baby Einstein developmental videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors in his golden, fleece diapers, with his curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin' at the air...

And I look over and say, "Hang on, Baby Jesus, this is gon' get bumpy!"

 

^hahahahahahahhahahah

 

I got midgets wrestling inside my speakers

 

Jackie Chan.

 

Mine sounds like the flying car's from the Jetsons. So that's what I think of when I'm idling at a stop light.

 

I kind of picture the Tasmanian Devil, of Looney Tunes fame, under the hood. Spinning around and not taking crap from anyone.

When I drive a piston engined car, I have an image of some monkeys peddling away on the crankshaft.

Ken

 

My car is my youthful self. I just love me!

 

ha!

It does sound like that.

 

Weird thread....

 

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald…striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one—big hitter, the Lama—long, into a 10,000-foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga…gunga, gunga—galunga. So we finish the 18th, and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, ‘Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know?’ And he says, ‘Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.’ So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.

 

Noonan! Noooonnan!

to bill murray

 

i like to think of my car as like.. a sexy girl just running wild, begging for someone to take control of her.. turbocharged with excellence ..bobbin and weavin through the traffic.. in and out like the car and the road are having sex with each other.. and her amazing curves cause it to look so much better..especially when other people are watching her..

 

My car's an angry vacuum cleaner.

 

Ooh, careful. Now someone is going to say that RX-8s suck.

 

Best movie ever Your awesome, at least in my book

 

Aww, that's sweet.

 

Wankel engines make a "twirling' noise. Except for another Wankel, there's nothing like it.

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