Hot Wheels: What Your Car Says About Your Style

What would James Bond be without a sporty two-seater that drives women crazy and dispatches enemies with concealed hellfire missiles? Just an overdressed guy on the bicycle, that's what. And what would Cher Horowitz be without her white Wrangler with a "monster sound system" and rearview mirror angled perfectly for lipstick touchups on the go? Like, the loser-iest girl in all of SoCal, right? Whether you're real or fictional, a car that speaks to your personality and style, extends your taste beyond the clothes on your back and makes you a style icon that can move a mile a minute. Of course, you have to choose carefully. Take a look our guide to what autos tell us about their drivers before you get behind the wheel.

You live in tough jeans and fine plaid, as tried and true as the beast you drive. Your wardrobe lives up to your wilderness lifestyle (ok, Fairfield County wilderness). In the cupholder you'll find a Vitamin Water, a Powerbar, and a map to the best ski spots north of Boston.

Now that hybrids look presentable, you're down with saving the environment. Sleek and sporty, the CR-Z is goes well with a streamlined outfit and bottle of Kombucha.

Behind the wheel of a vintage Mustang, there usually sits a person with attitude. It takes a certain kind of swagger to carry this car off, or—we're assuming—a certain type of mid-life crisis. When you're tooling around in this, you're telling other cars to back off because you're wild, unpredictable, and all you need is your jeans, tee, and leather jacket. You eat Mini Coopers for breakfast.

We can't hold it against anybody for wanting some escapism in life, and what better way to do it than to play secret agent once you're on the road? For those who can swallow the $100,000 price tag, we're sure they've got impeccably tailored suiting to match (appropriate for both the boardroom and dangling from wire cables).

The Cube might seem so ugly it's good, but trust us. It's just plain ugly. But if you're adamant on bucking the trend, there's plenty of storage space back there for your Brooklyn Flea finds and empty bottles of Colt 54. Don't worry, we won't tell anybody you've got Dave Matthews playing on the iPod ready-stereo.

The one behind the wheel of an old Mercedes wagon doesn't let the car define them. They're above material things like labels and daily showers. Don't believe us? Swing by Freeman's and see for yourself. Beware, the backseat of this car is pebbled with sunflower seed shells from his recent trip to Maine.

It only goes 7mph, but with all the crowds that will flock to you, it wouldn't be safe any other way. Best of all, Santa drives one!

When spiking your hair, just remember... we hate you twice as much as you love yourself. The douchebag behind the wheel is often spotted with unneccessarily tight t-shirts and a thermos full of Jaegerbombs. Note: In stretched form, the H2 will often carry girls with bridal sashes, tiaras, and tramp stamps.