I went to graduate school with a guy who turned out to be from a super-wealthy family but we never suspected because he drove an honest-to-god fucking Yugo. I rode in it once and pulled the window crank off the door before he had a chance to stop me. He drove the Yugo because he wanted to fit in with us poors - we should have suspected something was up because not even the poorest of the poor graduate students drove Yugos. He finally blew his cover when the Yugo died and he had to come to school in his other car, a brand-new Range Rover.