Classless cars that say nothing about you? Is there any? Were there ever any?

[Hooli]

I had to drive the van version of them in one job. I hated them as I found it really uncomfortable.

[brandersnatch]

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[mercrocker]

"Is this your car, Sir?"

[Hooli]

Ook?

[Split_Pin]

A classless car could also be something seemingly inexpensive driven by someone who has quite a nice house.

I've lost count of the time I have seen someone lord it over others on forums and car shows with a Passat CC that has £3000 wheels and a £2500 hybrid turbo fitted and then when they picture it at home they live in the crummiest house in a bombsite estate with a fridge on the pavement.

[mercrocker]

There's a fuck nugget round our way like that....Got a Scorpio estate with accoutrements that would make a Barry boy flinch. Pulls up at a car show and promptly polishes the fuck out of it all - right down to the valve stems. It is then that you notice the baggy jogging bottoms at half-mast over his huge moon-crack arse and his ghetto trainers contrasting with hair that looks like he has emptied a diff over it.

I actually saw his house earlier this year - it looks like Son of Trebus and that's just the outside.

Now if that was a completely unmolested Ford Scorpio on a tidy tree-lined suburban bungalow street on a proper concrete drive (perhaps with a strip of grass up the middle) and a couple of Forsythias it would look Classless.....

[Split_Pin]

^^ That is absolutely spot on and the reason I hate car shows. The guy is usually followed about by an entitled and arrogant Missus.

[mercrocker]

Funny you should mention his missus.....Looks like Waynetta, talks like Meghan Markle.

[Jerzy Woking]

^^ That is absolutely spot on and the reason I hate car shows. The guy is usually followed about by an entitled and arrogant Missus.

Are these the type that also sit on deck chairs at the back of their car from the moment they get there until the moment they leave?

[mercrocker]

I put them in a different category. This particular class spend the day hitching up their elasticated trousers and booming loudly about the amount of money each successively ruinous bolt-on "improvement" has cost them and how long it took to fit. When that conversation runs out talk inevitably turns to the Mk2 Escort they sold for a huge profit. They invariably later produce a Lidl gas stove and proceed to fry the most foul-smelling hotdogs before marking their territory with dropped tissues and bun ends.

The folding chair brigade are usually different and epitomised in my memory by the MG owners who turned up at a country fair just before lockdown.
There was a band playing in the verandah of the cricket pavilion, all sorts of stuff going on, lovely weather. A great day. This lot turned up in convoy, assembled various vertical banners, green chairs, set to with the Autoglym and spent the entire day facing the cricket pitch where nothing was happening until 4pm precisely when they packed everything up carefully and drove off in a cloud of over-rich exhaust fumes. There were still two more bands to play and a hog roast......Next day they arrrived again at 8.59 and repeated the whole Saturday palava.