I have a co-worker who calls mine "chitty chitty, bang bang"
He drives a Ford Five Hundred...geriatric ride.
I always respond with, "That's How I roll, Don't be Hatin' "
Half the time, I refer to the Birkin as "The Insane Clown car" anyway.
I also have a female friend, who keeps asking for the keys.
She has one of those special edition Mustangs, but her driving skills are nothing to write home about. She has no idea of the sensory shock she'd experience if she tried to drive the Birkin on cold R compounds. I tell her that it is not running.
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