Stretching class

A few years ago, and not many at that, you'd see a stretch limo drive by maybe once or twice a year and everyone would look and wonder at which pop star, movie legend or world leader was in the back behind the heavily tinted glass.
Now we no longer have to wonder as they're more frequent than buses and we know who's in them as the windows are always rolled down and the heads and shoulders of more twelve or thirteen year old girls than seems possible sticking out. All screaming at a level that must frighten the local dog population as much any unfortunate passer bye. Forcing itself around the press of these just pubescent sirens is the dull thump of bass speakers the size of industrial oil barrels and the rest of a sound system with enough power to have kept Led Zepplin happy at a stadium concert.
At the front of what now more often looks like a stretched Ford Transit than something American and exotic sits the poor driver. Suited and booted, perhaps fondly having thought that he'd be chauffeuring the famous and maybe a minor royal or two when he took the job but now something between a child minder and a play leader with more than a chance of putting in a claim for hearing damage or at least the supply of some custom made ear defenders.

People must have started hiring these things for their little darlings as they thought it imbued some kind of class or style on whatever celebration is going on. It's difficult now to imagine something that lacks class more than this does unless we're talking class 3c.