My uncle was a guy I admired as a youngster. He was a jeweler who I really didn't see much except Thanksgiving. He always had a cigar in his mouth and cool rings and stuff on his fingers.
I remember him saying a Rolex was a rite of passage into manhood.
Might be wrong or materialistic, but I couldn't wait to put one on my wrist and a Harley under my ass as fulfillment into things I really wanted but thought to be out of reach.
Perhaps the oddest part of the Rolex story is that I bought it by Poopalling a couple thousand dollars to a guy I knew nothing about except some guys in an old cigar forum said he was a good gorilla and he had a large ring guage.
Couldn't be happier and I found one that wasn't too "blingy" for my tastes.