The Toyota Corolla.
Now, you are probably thinking I’m going to come up with the “soulless appliance” talk, but no, I hate the Corolla for a very different reason.
See, the Corolla became some sort of status symbol among the middle-class when Brazil left the right-wing Military Dictatorship. During that time imports were halted and only the national companies kept building cars, so when importation was allowed again, every middle-aged guy went and got a Corolla since it was better than the crap the automakers had been building for the past 30 years.
And they just kept buying them, the middle-class got older and their sons got older and they just kept buying Corollas. Hell, even now the Corolla over performs the Civic in sales by a margin of 3 to 1.
The Corolla became the official old people’s car, much like Buick in the US. It was a comfortable, reliable and rational thing.
And as I said earlier, it became some sort of status symbol among the middle-class, especially the poorer middle-class from the countryside (or the “interior” as we call it). Hell, we even got a version with tacky wooden interior.
So why do I hate it?
I hate it because every single old person ignoring stop signs, driving on bald tires, making dangerous manoeuvres because they can’t see/ are stubborn is driving a Corolla of some vintage.
Every single person doing 10 under on the left lane is driving a Corolla.
Every single asshole with plates from the middle of nowhere driving slow in the middle of a two lane street/road and making me miss the lights is driving a Corolla.
I fucking hate it. And everything it stands for.