Tuesday, June 2, 2009

WWHD (What would Hemingway Drive)?

If the implosion of General Motors is any indication, Americans have fallen out of love with the automobile. But cars still, to some extent, define who we are. A quick count of Priuses on the road in San Francisco will tell you people haven't stopped using cars to make a statement. So I wonder, what's the ideal car for a writer? 

Hemingway drove a green 1929 Rolls Royce Phantom II Short Coupled Saloon, specially equipped with a mini bar and compartments for golf and hunting equipment:

According to an excellent 2007 Rolling Stone interview which I can't seem to find online, Cormac McCarthy "lives so far off the beaten path, he drives a flatbed truck."

Now a flatbed truck and a Rolls Royce minibar are a little extreme, but what is the ideal car for a writer? Is it the weathered Saab, signifying you're part of the literary elite:

Or a beat-up van which moonlights as your home, writing studio and kidnapping chamber:

Or maybe something like a Pontiac Aztek, which says you're ironic and you just don't give a crap:

What do you think?


  1. I think you should drive a slightly abused two-door Exploder.

  2. Go the way of the Dutch and ride a bike!

  3. pt cruiser or sebring convertible

  4. How about 1984 blue Ford Escort?

  5. The A-Team Van. Or maybe that's just what I want to drive. Remember how much BA turned the wheel back and forth while going straight. Classic.

    Popular writer - Porsche 911 GT3. I just picture the guy who started writing for the love of it, but sold out and now is in it for the women.

    Serious writer - Old Alfa Romeo convertible or a Mercedes 300 SL Gullwing. Something with character and sophistication.

    I will have an old Mercedes convertible some day - even if I have to hook up my own Mr. Fusion machine to power it.

  6. I vote for an old school diesel Mercedes - it says "I'm distinguished" without flaunting your money (or emphasizing your lack thereof).

  7. I always wanted one of those diesel Mercedes. That way no one would tailgate -- because of the fumes.

  8. it's gotta be something that vernon hardapple has hoodjumped.