Oh, one example I had forgotten until now:
My original MX6 was pretty modified and had a slew of Cobalt Autometer gauges throughout the interior. My girlfriend at the time drove it to 7-11 one night and a bunch of girls walked up to her and asked her if it was hers. She said no, that it's mine. They then proceeded to say how rich I must be to have a car that looks like that and let her drive it without worrying about her wreck it.
