You drive a beat-up old truck to your job at the steel mill with your dog Skeeter in the back. Your coveralls somehow still manage to show your butt crack and are perpetually caked in the remnants of last week's muddin' trip up in the hills. You drink Natty Light straight from a can in a Lynyrd Skynyrd beer koozie that matches your t-shirt (FREE BIRD!!!) and the best day of your life was when you saw Larry the Cable Guy at the bus station.
But none of that matters when you put on this stylish driving cap and adopt your new cockney British persona: Wellington Killingsworth III.