A couple of "true life" stories. I belong to a very "preppy" rowing club. Once I showed up in my '64 Plymouth "resto rod". I was asked to move it down the street. Basically, come back with your Volvo.
The GF is the daughter of divorced parents. Her mother "got the house" in a nice section of Long Island, and had trouble supporting it. They had an older car. Neighbors would knock on the door telling the mother to get a newer car. It was an "embarrassment to the neighborhood".
