Can't help think about my Dad. Grew up dirt poor in depression. His father died young. Dad shoveled coal at age of 10 to help his mom and sister, Joined the Navy to get 3 meals and a place to sleep, etc. etc.
For him, his car and his clothing were his public identity. He barely let his own kids drive his cars (instead he encouraged all of us to buy our own). Can't imagine a stranger being allowed to touch his ride at any price....
In previous generations that was more the rule and not the exception. My father's generation thought driving a Cadillac was the bees knees, they all aspired to it.