What Kind of Driver Are You?

Fuel economy-- I'm in it all the time.
Sound system-- what's a road trip without tunage?
Safety rating-- and how thorough the manual is.
Off-road capabilities-- gotta be able to take that baby wherever, whenever.
Loudness of the horn-- people must be able to hear me.

Like juggle you mean? I have once.
No way. Hands always at 10 and 2 and eyes always on the road.
If it means taking a second to roll down my window and scream at the douchebag who just cut me off, sure. I never pass up an opportunity like that.
When am I NOT multi-tasking? My car is like a mobile home for me-- I eat, freshen up, etc. all the time.
Of course. I perform my synchronized hand motions to Miley Cyrus' songs with my friends all the time!

An endless supply of CDs and candy. It ain't a party without that stuff.
Xanax.
A razor, toothbrush, some make-up, extra change of clothes, etc.
The car manual-- highlighted and flagged-- as well as a list of emergency numbers.
A couple parking tickets and a first aid kit.

A law that should be followed. I tend to drive 5 mph below it.
Way too low. I got places to go and people to see.
A joke. PSHT!
Something everyone knows people should exceed by five to ten mph. Come on! Move it, Grandma!
A guideline that I follow when I can.

Speed through as quickly as possible-- honking away to announce your presence.
Put the pedal to the metal and close your eyes-- ya gotta live on the edge.
Ask your friends in the back if they think you can make it and go with their judgment.
Stop immediately and inch forward until you reach the white line.
Slow down-- perfect opportunity to finish putting on that mascara.

Clench the wheel as tight as I can and hope for the best. It's not worth speeding over.
Try not to stress about it. Whatever it's one time.
Turn bright red and break every rule in the book on my way there. I can't be late and people are going to have to friggin' deal.
Grab everything I need for the day and will organize it all on my way.
Take the back road (i.e. people's backyards) to get where I to be.

Try to swerve back around them. If they want to play dirty, I'll play dirty, too.
Can't really worry about it-- I've got to finish eating my bagel.
Scream in fright! That was scary.
Change lanes, speed up next to them, roll down my window and start giving them a piece of my mind.
Don't mind all that much... I've done it, too.