This is true. It’s been my experience that the women don't throw themselves at you while you're driving it around...too cliche. In fact, you don’t have to drive it at all. Nonchalantly bring it up in a conversation while you’re drinking your a** off with a floosy at the bar:
Me: “…Nope, never been married. Just bought my dream car and can’t afford a wife right now.”
Cheap floosy: “Oh really!? What kind of car did you get?”
Me: “It’s a Dodge…well here, I’ll show you a picture.”
(Optional) Cheap floosy: “You have a picture of your car on your phone?”
(Optional) Me: “My sister lives in (make up location) and she asked for a picture…haven’t deleted it yet.”
Cheap floosy: “Sweet, I’m jealous…when can you take me for a ride?”
(Multiple Choice) Me: “Tomorrow morning.”
“Let’s split a cab.”
“As soon as you take me for a ride.”
Take them back to their car the next morning. Seriously though…tried and true, through and through.