She wasn’t a “car girl”, but I had a few fairly rich people in my high school. One of them was a girl in my home room class, whose father bought her a brand new Mercedes when she turned 16 (or actually before). I think it would have been a W124 and if memory serves it was blue.

She had it about a month and totaled it in a her-fault accident. I think that one she rear-ended another car.

So her father bought her another one, brand new.

She had that one a few months before she wrapped it around a tree in a one-car accident. Totaled.

So her father bought her another one, brand new.

She had that one until the beginning of senior year, when she launched it so fast over a hill in the rain that she broke it on landing (Dukes-of-Hazzard style in my mind, but I wasn’t there) to the point where it was totaled and unfixable.

So her father bought her another one.

But that one was used.

USED! Used, people! She had to drive a USED Mercedes. Can you imagine?

The complaining went on for weeks.

That car survived high school as far as I know.

(There was another guy whose father gave him his old 911 when he turned 16, and it was promptly wrapped around a tree as well. But that kid got a crap-box after that, which is slightly better.)