i only graduated high school 2 years ago, but the majority of cars in the parking lot were new bmw's a lexus or two, relatively new cars. the first day i pulled up in my el camino, it was 9 different colors (body work, and the fresh new cowl hood) and quiet, te stock exhaust was still on. right after school my dad took me to a body shop and had the car shot a vibrant red ( my mom didnt want it in the driveway looking the way it did, lol). next week i bring the car back with its gorgeous new paint, and as soon as it came back from the body shop that weekend my dad and i put the headers in but didnt have time for the exhaust, so i convinced my dad to let me bring it to school anyway. my god was it loud, it rattled the rear view mirror right off the windsheild. well, coming down the block, a bit too fast i might add, everyone in front of the school turned to look what the hell this thing was at 7 a.m roaring down the block, great feeling. i pull in back of the school and start to back into the spot and in the process set the girls alarm off of the bmw i was next too, i get out and look over to her to say sorry, but she just smiled. sorry for the book but that is my favorite story to tell about my car, and the topic sparked it.