It's like would you prefer to go out now and get some s**t box car with a dodgy roadworthy from some sleazy used car dealership that an old family member recently got scammed at just so you can have one now to call your own -- even though it's probably going to kill you in an inevitable, fiery crash? Or would you rather wait a few years for your old man to pass you the keys to his pride and joy muscle car that's been in the family since your childhood and that you've helped him lovingly restore?
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