We had a 1 week, one-way exchange with the Academy in 1970 from Cranwell. After a particularly tedious flight by Britannia via an overnight in DC, we landed at Peterson Field to be met by our hosts, who were in their fourth year. Rather than go on the bus up to the Academy, me, and quite a few others, were met by our cadet hosts in their cars. Mine led me out to his car, a bright red Mustang, which was in stark contrast to the average clapped-out Morris Minor or equivalent that Cranwell cadets could afford. As we drove away, I commented on how impressive his car was. In reply - "Yeah, isn't it great. Wish I could afford one like this." Puzzled OB queries answer. "Oh, hell. It's not mine, I just borrowed it to come and collect you. We were told that you Brits expect us to have big flashy cars. My own car is a VW Beetle!"