Only a male could describe a metal box with 4 rubber tyres and a combustion engine as his "pride and joy".
It's a car, right? It may be your "status symbol"; it may have cost you an arm and a leg but it's, basically, just a means of getting from A to B.
And, no, most of the women I know can park very well. Then again, I know several chaps who are, shall we say, a bit rubbish in that department.
