I find that it's hard to pick up chicks when you drive a 76 Yugo

My car is a male that tucks its tail pipe between its legs and pretends its a girl

According to the headline, does that mean 39 percent of you guys drive without your wang? How do you do that?

Any Headline with "Wang" in it is sure to be a winner. However, the article stunk.

I find that if you drive a Grand Voyager van, like me, you will be the main event in any situation involving loads of hot women folk.

Gawd I need a new car.

My truck is a woman and she has a name - get's jealous when I flirt.

How do you drive with your wang? I can't even get mine to aim at the toilet.

And I pull 78% of the statistics I quote directly from my arse.

Of those quoted statistics, 69% are pure BS, 3% somewhat resemble the truth and the remainder are just out-and-out lies about the relative proportions of certain parts of my anatomy to try and impress the chicas.

MorningBreath

That has always fascinated me. Public announcement: when you're driving, you're surrounded by glass. STOP DIGGING FOR GOLD.

Driving with your wang? what is it, prehensile or something, like a monkey's tail?

Only 62% of people fart while driving? I fart all the time while I'm driving.

Thinking about the possibilities of a prehensile wang will likely keep me occupied for the remainder of the day. My employer thanks you for the associated loss of productivity.

I find that it's women who flirt more. I don't really see it all that much when I drive, it's more like a game of looking through the rear-view mirror... you look forward and meet their eyes, eyes that in my mind express a real and deep desire to have me right there on Golf Road and Higgins, then they look away. Sigh.

But a couple of times, in Chicago strangely enough, as I was walking, cars driving by did whistle... which made me feel kind of cheap and used.. and I LIKED it.

Nothing beats the scene in Fast Times A Ridgemont High with Judge Reinhold and Nancy Wilson on how ridduclous guys are when they flirt and drive.

Nothing better than picking big ol boogers out of your nose while driving to and from work. Then rolling them around between your fingers until they get hard enough to flick on the floorboard.

Ahhh, good times.

Podzdorf,

You sure it wasn't the Whoo-Whoo man?

We shared a stoplight but we loved a lifetime...

My car is from Sweden and is transgendered.

though I should mention that the 2 out of 3 times this happened, it was the guys doing it. Doesn't make it any less flattering though.

Ohh, also, Howard Dean reporst that his car is a metrosexual. (/obvious)

More disturbingly...

45% of men have tried making love to a car by sticking their peener in an exhaust pipe.

Flirting while driving? More like grinding my teeth at the horrible drivers of the Anti-Destination League who won't get out of my freakin' way.....

"Hey baby, you sure got a nice coat. You look like you're ready to roll. I see you like to keep it safe with four high quality rubbers. I hear you got a high quality pozi rear. Wanna cruise? I'll bet you purr like a kitten when you get going.."


/Someone stop me...

Damn, how old are these people they polled?

My car is male. His name is Nigel.

Flirting with other drivers I get, Driving with your wang is a necessary skill (the lack of a wang, and hence the skill is what i consider the cause of the difficulty in driving women have), Talking to the car I can understand... but giving the car a gender? wtf.

does their car really need to be fully anthropomorphised? do they give it a name for chrissakes?

I blame Prince...or symbol whoever he is this week.

"Move over baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine"

I saw a soccer mom type lady in her minivan smoking crack at a stop light yesterday.

Well my van doesn't really have a name, but it's got a title. "The Shaggin Wagon" since it has a back seat that folds down into a bed.

I sometimes like playing Squarepusher's 'red hot car', the lyrics for which you can look up.

Bub Rub and Lil Sis say my car goes WOOO WOOO

I flirt.. I'm not good at it..but I do. I'm just waiting for that one girl to roll down her window and say "come on.. lets fark".

If you count "Go on dammit, why are you people so farkin'slow!" as flirting, then yeah, I'm in that statistic.

In loving tribute to David Brent...From "The Office"

Free Love
Shes broken down on freeway nine.
I take a look and her engines started,
I leave her purring and I roll on by....bye bye

Chorus:
Free love on the free love freeway,
The love is free and the freeways long...
I got some hot love on the hot-love freeway
I aint going home cos my babys gone

A little while later, see a senorita,
Shes caught a flat trying to make it home,
She says Por favor, can you pump me up?
I say Muchos gracias, adios. Bye Bye.
Free love on the freelove freeway,
The love is free and the freeways long
I got some hot love on the hotlove highway,
Ain't going home cause my baby's gone.

Little while later I see a cowboy crying,
Hey buddy, what can I do?
He says I lived a good life, had about a thousand women.
I said Why the tears?, he says cause none of them was you.

Free love on the free love freeway,
where the love is free and the freeway is long...
I got some hot love on the hot-love freeway
I aint going home cos my babys gone

Last time I flirted behind the wheel, I got in a wreck. I do not name my car, and I have been unable to find the beef or a taco on my car anywhere, except the one in my pants (of course in spanish, a car is masculine). The only time that I talk to my car is when I say "work biatch! C'mon!," and, of course, it OBEY!s. And the only name I've come up with for my car is "f**king car!"

Maybe I'm just one of those rare cases that just didn't get interviewed by Yahoo!Autos.

/thank you

Podzdorf: that song is farking great!

I'll admit that I consider my car to be a girl. She is temperamental like a woman. She doesnt like to start when it's cold outside, and I have to spend a lot of money on her, and of course she need's the expensive gas. Give her the cheap stuff and she'll break down. I don't have a name for it yet though. I thought about naming my car after my ex, however unlike my ex I like my car.

I've found that there is not better way to brighten a woman's day whose kids are screaming in the back seat than to pull up next to them, stare at them and then simulate oral sex by sticking my tongue between my middle and index fingers. All the while masturbating furiously. I can tell it really makes them happy to see this.

Just one of the many ways I try to make this world a better place.

Litespeed: it gets the point across. Another good one is Luke Vibert's latest, 'Freak time baby', it's 808 acid, and the vocals are really clear, at full volume it gets heads turned, but that could be because it's about 20'F and snowing and I have the windows open. heh.

(also, Luke Vibert was in my car, so it's not like George having Voight's LeBaron, but I'm equally excited to tell other people about it)

Podzdorf - christ you listen to squarepusher when u drive, that would def cause me to drive into a tree/stop sign/poll whatever.. your ill man

Yeah, the last time a girl flirted with me on the road she leaned out the window and goes, "For a $100 I'll give you a night you will never forget."

I think the headline could have been more clear. I mean, I drive with my wang every day.

I once had a girl flash me her boobies. She was on the massengers side, though.

Five-point-O not available for comment. </vanwinklism>

Damn, I hate when guys try to impress me or whatever at stoplights by revving their engines. I made the mistake of looking this one time, and it was this grody fat ugly mexican guy who just stared at me and licked his lips. I let him win the "dragrace" after the light turned green and took the nearest highway exit. Ugh. I have enough problems with people that can't drive without putting up with this stupid crap.

Since I got a mohawk, this hasn't happened to me anymore. Yet.

Those of you Mass Farkers may remember, a number of years back (6 or 7), these radio DJ's (opie and anthony) started this W.O.W. or "Whip 'em Out Wednesdays" where if you had WOW written on your car in tape, dirt, paint, whatever... girls were supposed to... well... "Whip em out".


The great part was.... girls actually did it. It ended up causing accidents and stuff... eventually they got fired. ..but those were great times.