I go to the lot and flag down the last salesman they haven’t fired yet. He’s got nothing to do and races right over. I show him the picture.
“I want this ,” I say.
“It runs on wind,” I point out, “which is about what I can afford right now. But it still looks cool. So, how much?”
He tries to sell me a Chevy Tahoe.
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