The music is blasting. You're texting (stop that!). You don't really know what most of the road signs mean and you sure as hell can't be bothered to use your blinker. Nothing matters but the destination.

You drive like one, at least. You've got your hands at 3 and 9. Your main concern is safety, but you're not afraid to put the pedal to the metal when the situation demands it. Nothing feels better than passing some slowpoke.

You take things slow and steady. You're in no rush, and you're certainly not looking to get a ticket. You'll just take it easy in the right lane.

Driving wouldn't be a problem if everyone but you wasn't a complete friggin' moron. You're not afraid to lay on the horn or employ your middle finger when some a-hole cuts you off.

You see every road as a racetrack, even if there can never be a real winner. You weave and pass just for the fun of it. Might as well enjoy yourself while you're driving, right?