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It seems unusual from my background that an expensive car should be seen as a status symbol. When I was at school expensive cars were much maligned because they were obviously paid for by the parents. The image of a middle class kid driving mum's '97 Subaru for the day hardly got respect. It was just "oooh, look what daddie bought you".
Now if you had a beat up 20 year old car like my mate's Sigma, (which actually had it's tailgate fall off one day) you got a whole lot more respect for A: actually making it to school at all in that heap and B: driving a car that was obviously your own, not a present from mum and dad.
Damn there were some great moments with high school and cars. The day Gavin's mum visited the school just happened to be the day we were in the carpark riding on the bonnet of his sigma. She was not impressed when she saw him driving with two of us on the hood. We loved that car, but sadly four of my mates took that car on a camping trip after graduation and rolled it on the New England Highway (not far from where I blew my head gasket a few years later as it happens). None of them were hurt, but the car is no longer with us.
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Drive it like you hate it
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