Usually driven by the younger generation of today, the type who grunt for general communication and have hair that would disgrace a badgers arse.
You know the type.
Normally modified to the level of a five year old, typical 'Lexus Look' Lights, Plastic body kits, an exhaust fitting that is almost always a stripped tin of baked beans.
Stuart: "Yes, your right Jim, you know how I know? Because I've just had a pot of paint thudded of my forehead"
A drone of a measly engine follows, with the cackling laugh of the 'Filthy Youth' of today echoing through the evening air
no, i'll let this corsa pass first
2) the sort of person who drives a vauxhall corsa is the sort of person who'll end up in prison one day