Finished working for the day, I was goofing around on Facebook a little bit ago doing a little “First Five Cars I Owned” application. After looking at my list — ‘71 Cutlass Supreme, ‘82 Chevette, ‘85 Dodge Charger, ‘88 Subaru DL wagon, and a ‘92 Taurus — I became absolutely convinced that every hero and heroine from my books had been blessed with much cooler wheels, or at least with vehicles more indicative of their personalities. In fact, choosing characters’ cars was one of the perks when I started writing romantic suspense (although picking out horses for the historicals had its charms, too).
The choice of a character’s car tells a great deal about the person. An outdoorsy heroine who loved to hike had a nifty little red Jeep. Another heroine still grieving for her long-dead father owned an old muscle car he admired (though it was always breaking down and costing her a fortune). Because my books are set in Texas, several characters – heroes and one horse-loving heroine – had pickups (Fords and Chevys, thank you very much). And one poor, down-on-her-luck heroine drove a decrepit van (which she could live in in a pinch) after her cute little Mini Cooper was repo’ed.
The choice of a vehicle can show a character’s cool (classic Mustang), cool-and-loaded (Lamborghini), stoked on power (Hummer, black Mercedes), or unrightly uptight (perhaps a Prius, though I love these cars personally). You can read a lot into foreign or domestic, sensible or sporty, economical or gas guzzling, brown versus black, white, red, or silver. Even the options speak to us. Is the vehicle chromed out (trying too hard) or understated (subtle or deliberately nondescript)? Urban (Smartcar), suburban (SUV), or rural (back to pick up trucks again). You can choose to play against type or simply leave the vehicles to work on the reader’s subconscious, just one more trick in the author’s arsenal.
From James Bonds’ exotic sportscars to Mr. Bean’s tiny British Leyland Mini, cars have really made some characters. Can you think of any perfect character-vehicle combinations, either on the screen or on the pages?


April 16, 2009 at 8:44 am
Laura Holt’s VW Cabrios on Remington Steele
April 16, 2009 at 11:28 am
I’m so bad with cars — just ask me to identify one, and I’ll say something brilliant like, “It was green.” Seriously. Hubby has a pickup and it’s … red. When I have to pick cars for my characters I spend hours with the Consumer Reports auto issue (once I needed my heroine to be unable to escape the clutches of the evil villain, so I figured he’d have a stick shift which she wouldn’t know how to drive. How the heck was I supposed to know the car I gave him didn’t come in a manual transmission model?) Luckily, a CP caught it before it was published.
That being said, I know the Miami Vice cops drove a cool car — wasn’t it yellow?
April 16, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Hi, Colleen,
Hey, Terry, it’s Pat , standing right next to you in all my non-auto knowledge! Honey will ask me what someone was driving. My answer: “oh, it was one of those little sporty-looking things!” I know our car is dark green and is
a Chevrolet, because that is usually what Honey buys.
I’m generally along when he car-shops but I tell him to make the choices due to my lack of enlightenment in regards to automobiles!
Pat Cochran
April 16, 2009 at 12:17 pm
I grew up with a car-happy dad, where it was considered disgraceful if you couldn’t name every model on the road. I guess it rubbed off, because I notice cars – and what they say about their drivers.
April 16, 2009 at 12:18 pm
Presently, mine’s saying (screaming) that I’ve been neglecting to wash it.
April 16, 2009 at 12:57 pm
Pat — we actually bought my latest car simply because it came in orange. (Hubby narrowed the choices to 3 that would pass his safety, price, and fuel economy standards, and literally, we chose the Honda Fit because it was the only one that came in orange).
But I’ve pulled into parking lots and had people say, “Oh, how do you like your Fit?” and I wonder what the heck they’re talking about.
April 16, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Okay, I couldn’t *not* comment. My first car was an old Impala, furnished by my aunt and uncle as a graduation present. It had three-on-the-tree and the only thing I liked about it was the color. Red.
I’ve had a super sport Nova, a ‘Cuda, a Trans-Am, several other muscle cars and am currently driving a Roush Mustang.
When we looked for this car, my hubby got the same answer he always does:
H: What color do you want?
M: Black. Or arrest-me red.
H: Do you always have to have black or red? Can’t you choose another color? You have to choose three colors here for them to find this Mustang.
M: Okay…black, red or white.
H: We live on a dirt road and you want white???
M; Look, honey, there’s no way I’m going to drive a white car anyway, but you said the dealership needed three color choices so, black, arrest-me red or white.
H: You only *wear* black now. Can’t you come up with something else?
M: I only wear all black all the time until they come up with something darker. In the meantime, it’s black, arrest-me red or white.
H: *sigh* (turns to salesman) You heard her. Might as well just say black, black or black.
Guess what color my car is?
Black!
I know, long post, but my love affair with fast cars started when I was six and my dad put me in a midget racer that went 40mph around a track. And I’ve been going fast ever since.
All this to say, in my contemporary paranormal, my hero drives a Beemer Z4M roadster. It just fit him
Did I say I love cars?
April 16, 2009 at 9:25 pm
I can really relate, nightsmusic! Most of the cars I’ve owned (even the minivan) as an adult have been “arrest-me red” as well (love that name).
Until they make a brighter color.
I love to wear black, too. Jealous of your Roush Mustang.
At least my characters can drive cool cars…
April 16, 2009 at 9:40 pm
Oh, I did the minivan when the girls were little. I told the DH, when I was done chauffeuring old people and kids, I was going back to something I love. Something with two doors that goes FAST!
Helps that the DH works for Roush, but still…
I waited a long time for this car, I love my little car, I’m going to drive my little car! So there, DH! And he’s not allowed – neener neener neener.
Sorry. I’m a fruit loop tonight for some reason.