When I was in college, there was a kid who drove his dad's GT-R all the time to school. He would always enter the parking garage like he was "Billy Bad-ass" but we all knew his dad owned the car, not him. Well, I guess one time he pissed someone off, so they went and keyed the car. BADLY. I never saw the kid drive the GT-R to school again, just his "Junk G-37." (His words.....)