

A circlejerk shortstory
You spot it online: a classic car that seems to call your name. Somewhere, you read that cars from this manufacturer were "legendary." The seller admits, “I’ve never test-driven it, and honestly, I don’t know much about cars.” But the seller seemed reputable and had a familiar face... kind of like Richard Nixon.
No test drive, no guarantees, just a few blurry photos where you can’t even tell the color for sure. The price is temptingly low. You don’t recognize the model, the controls are a mystery, and you have no idea what its common issues are. You don’t know much about cars either.
Still, you buy it. When it arrives, the door groans open with a suspicious creak. The seals are shot, the battery’s leaked, and the oil? Probably hasn’t been changed since the ‘70s. It’s been sitting in a damp garage for decades. There might even be mold inside.
Now you’re left with a car that has more problems than horsepower—and you wonder why you didn’t just get a used one with a service history.
And then you put an outdated film into the trunk. Trust me, bro, it will come out great.
Some days later you have lots of questions and ask online.