My Dad was born in 1927. I know the story goes that he was going to take a girl to a high school dance in 1944 or so, and he picked her up in is beater Model A. The girl, who was supposedly a knock-out, said "why are we going in this old thing and not your Dad's nice car?" She gave him some attitude and wanted him to take her in the nicer car, so my Dad ended up taking her home and went to the dance by himself and hung out with his friends. LOL. My Grandfather was meticulous, so it is very possible the car looked new 10-15 years later.