Have you ever felt the urge to wear a backwards cap? How about to purchase tan in a can? Yeah, me neither, but there are some people for whom there’s no internal debate over doing either of those things. And those people usually drive cars that also readily identify them as purveyors of a lifestyle that in Latin is referred to as Doucheous Baggionum. The question for today is whether the lifestyle engenders the car, or the other way around.
It’s not just D-bags that have their own particular rides. Why, you might have always wanted to own a Porsche 911, but felt you couldn’t because you weren’t a “Porsche kind of guy,” meaning that you don’t like to wear your shirts open to the navel showing off your chest lockage, nor mirrored aviators as you feel that the eyes are the windows to the soul and you like to keep yours open for the fresh air.
Of course, you can drive any old thing that strikes your fancy, and you don’t have to adopt the stereotypical trappings seemingly inherent to the brand. Or do you? The question is; are certain cars forced accouterments of particular lifestyles, or do promoters of those lifestyles simply gravitate to the cars as a course of nature? What do you think, does the car make the douche, or does the douche make the car. . . you know, douchie by association?
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