Behind the Wheel

In 7th grade, "Health" was a required course. My teacher was Coach Downs. Every year, he would devote a class period to going through the seating chart and telling each person in the class what kind of car they would be based on personality traits. A risky little game to play with 7th graders navigating the awkward waters of junior high. One kid was a beat up Ford F-150, a girl was a Caterpillar tractor because she frequently wore a pair of bright yellow shoes. I was a Porsche 911. Needless to say, I was quite pleased.

S sent me this link today - another one of her many "forwards" - it's a "What Kind of Car Are You?" quiz. 17 years later and I am still a Porsche 911. Coach Downs is/was smarter than I realized.