when i was a freshman in high school my dad drove a 1983 ford granada. hideous. it was hanging on by a thread and some duct tape. it whistled while it worked. literally. whistled. my sister and dad would wait in front of my high school to pick me up. at the encouraging of my dad, she would stick her head out the window and yell my name. i would run as fast as i could to get in without worrying about that ugly car ruining my rep.
so shame. if i was in therapy i'd bring this up. but i have you internet, so you get to hear all about how my parents ruined me.