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Drivin’ it? Bit cramped, steering’s heavy, no power assist—keeps ya grounded, tho. “Reality’s where we plant our roots,” as Mal might say. Quirky fact: early models had no seatbelts—wild, right? Like livin’ on the edge of a dreamscape. I reckon it’s a laugh, dodgin’ cops in an Escort, yellin’, “This is my totem, pigs!”

So, I’m haggling like a pro. “How about 300?” She gives me that look, you know the one? The “I’ve seen it all” look. I finally get ‘em for 400. Score! But then, I trip over a crate of apples. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Just testing the floor, folks!”