My in-laws live in Scottsdale, AZ, and every time I go up there, I see more Porsches, Lamborghinis and Ferraris than I had seen over the first 20 years of my life, combined. It's funny because at one point in my life I envied having those nice, expensive cars. But now, at the ripe old age of 33, I know that the lifestyle that they've created for themselves will probably send them into work for a good long time to pay off all that crap that they buy, year after year after year.
Now, I look at those cars and think to myself, "Delayed retirement, how sad".