Anthropomorphism of vehicles

Now, it's fun and quirky to look at an inanimate object and provide it with a back story and personality as though it were a human being. We've all done it. Look at your own childhood. You undoubtedly had a toy that you would imagine possessed human qualities (I use the term 'human qualities' loosely. You may consider it an oxymoron. If so, well done you. Treat yourself to a nice cigar). That's all well and good. Endearing, if you will.

What I really hate is when grown men - grown in physicality if not mind - persist in giving their beloved, gas-guzzling, noisy vehicle attributes more commonly associated to a loved one. "She really handles well... she's great on the open road... you should listen to her purr" etc, etc. Such statements are usually accompanied by a puffed-out chest and a long sigh. If the speaker were wearing rainbow braces, they would undoubtedly be stretching them out while rocking on their heels. It's embarrassing.

Yes, modern vehicles are taking on an aesthetic appearance that complement the driver. Look at the headlights and front grille of any car and you will notice how it mimics facial features. But the point remains: It. Is. A. Car. A means of transport. A method of getting from A to B and back again. That's all. Nothing more.

Grow up and stop pretending you sound cool. The only people impressed are your equally insipid car enthusiast friends. Please all just get out. And if you're already out, just go away. For good.