Always a fan of the automotive blog Jalopnik, I ran into a great comment by Chris (Desu-San-Desu) about what makes a “real” car. I modified it a bit to be more specific to our exocars and I think it fits perfectly. Our cars are for Drivers.

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It does what a car is supposed to and nothing else. My exocar is a car made for drivers, not sheep. I know this because:

My exocar has a manual transmission, like a real car should.

It has a clutch pedal, like a real car should.

It has a throttle cable, like a real car should.

It has a steering assembly made of metal, not wires, like a real car should.

It has an actual e-brake handle beside the driver, like a real car should.

It has no plastic covers under the hood; just an engine, like a real car should.

It has a dipstick for the oil, like a real car should.

It does not talk or read to me; the only noise it makes is from the engine, like a real car should.

It has no Traction Control for me to even turn off. It makes me responsible for my own driving, like a real car should.

The only social networking my exocar has is an open top so I can give the driver in the next lane The Finger, like a real car should.

The only things that ‘Sync’ in my exocar is man and machine, like a real car should.

The only way my exocar has daytime running lights is if I turn the headlights on myself, like a real car should.

Its headlights don’t turn on unless I say so, like a real car should.

Its brakes are activated by me and only me, like a real car should.

It has a tachometer that is of equal or bigger size and prominence than the speedometer, like a real car should.

It does not have Voice Activated anything. It leaves the responsibility of learning where all of the knobs, buttons, and switches are up to me, like a real car should.

It tells me what the actual oil pressure is with a dedicated gauge, like a real car should.

It does not chime to remind me to put on my seat belt. It leaves that choice up to me, like a real car should.

It does not tell me when to change gears. It leaves that choice up to me, like a real car should.

It does not tell me that I am due for my scheduled oil change. It makes me responsible for my own vehicle’s maintenance, like a real car should.

It does not tell me that my tires are one PSI too low. It leaves checking their pressure up to me, like a real car should.

It does not tell me that my fuel cap is loose. It makes me responsible for my mistakes, like a real car should.

It does not tell me when to turn left. It does not tell me it’s recalculating. It tells me when it need’s more fuel and that’s it, like a real car should.

It does not tell me to stay in my lane; it makes me be a good driver or suffer the consequences, like a real car should.

It does not do my parking for me. It has mirrors, a gear shift, a steering wheel, and pedals so I can do it myself, like a real car should.

It does not treat me like a child. It treats me like a Driver, like a real car should.

I am not my car’s puppet to control; when I am in my car, I am the one pulling the strings.

My car does not control me; I control it.

It does not tell me what to do or when to do it.

It sure as hell does not tell me my Facebook status.

Because it’s a real car.
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