I was raised in a small town, 3 stoplights that blink, blink, blinked yellow after 10 PM. Dude from out of town started hanging around with some of us country boys that wasn't quite in with the uptown "in" crowd but wasn't on the outs with them either. He was driving a 1951 Dodge Coupe. He was clean cut and reasonable to look at. The snotty uptown girls turned their noses up at him because of the car he drove. And I guess his choosing to hang with us country boys had some to do with their rejection.
He started dating this country gal that wasn't accepted by the "in" crowd. She to wasn't in nor out with the "in" crowd, just sort of endured by them. She was a really nice girl, sort of plain Jane-ish but not fat or skinny and not ugly by any means. She was a step or two below cheerleader class you might say.
Came the big night for some kind of social event where all the "in" crowd girls would come out or something. I don't remember what it was all about but the "in" crowd girls were a little perturbed because some how, god forbid, the country gal was going to be there too....
...then things got interesting. The out of town dude showed up with the country gal in of all things a bottle green 1962 Jaguar XKE coupe.. DAMN what a sharp car! He had taken country gal to the big city beauty parlor to get gussied up and then to the best clothing store in the state to get her an evening grown...she was the best looking thing there....queen of the ball....
I understand that heads were exploding and doing 360's all night long....
Out of town dudes dad was filthy rich. From that time on when out of town dude came to town he would be in the XKE and the "in" crowd girls would curse and spit and sputter...
Out of town dude was tired of the "in" crowd kind of people he had to associate with so he had came to our town to hang out. It all had a fairy tale story ending. They got married and lived happily ever after....and have got umpteen grandkids and I hear they've started on great grandkids.
So, you can take the fancy car now and probably get a lemon or take the lemon now and maybe get a fancy ride later.
I was driving a blood red 4-door GMC dually when I got the current wife. Hey, at the time I had more uses for that truck than I had for a wife...