-When I grow up, instead of being a doctor, I will be a car mechanic, despite attending a pretentious college-prep school.
-I can identify any car on planet Earth.
-I automatically know which car is "good" for you without even driving it.
-I have a "favorite" car.
-I know things like the size of the fuel tank on your mother's Toyota Previa.
This brings me to a funny story where some guy tries to get me to help him to buy a car. He automatically starts looking for cars with "Lamborghini doors" and we come upon a standard ricer. He says it's "hella cool" and I look in disdain. Several months later, he changes his mind several times to the point where I give up and don't give a damn. For the record, he's not a stereotypical Asian guy, but some idiotic Soviet-bloc-nations guy who annoyed every teacher in the school.
I'm dropping out to create a company that starts with motorcycles, then cars, and forty years later signs a legendary Brazilian driver who has a public and expensive feud with his French teammate.