You're 17 again and you're at the ICBC driver licensing center. You're finishing up your road test. The examiner has you reverse into a parking space. You're a little over the line. Shit. You look in their face. Did you fail? Can't tell. They get out. You get out. No words are exchanged. Silent walk in. They gesture to Window 9: "wait there."
A long time goes by. They're back. "You passed."
Fk yeah.
You exit, shiny green N in hand. There, right outside the door, is someone standing in your way. You go "who the heck are you?"
"I'm you. 20 years later."
"You look terrible."
"Fuck you. Here's the keys." They toss you keys. "Drive safe. Don't get us killed."
"Keys to what?" They disappear.
You hit the key fob. It's the car right in front of you. Holy shit. You break out in a grin.
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What did you buy your 17 y/o self?
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Rules:- You have $20,000* of today's dollars to spend, on a period-correct car you're going to buy today, then send it back in time.
- The car had to be available at the time. E.g. if it was 2002 when you were 17, then the car has to be a '03 model year, or older. We're not trying to fk up the timeline here.
- You get the remaining cash in the trunk to pay for operating expenses.
- Try BAT, for convenience.
- One car. You can't split it up into multiple cars.
- You can't just keep it for yourself, that's dickish.
- You can't just invest the money for them. No.
- If you already had a sweet ride back then, then screw you. But anyway, imagine you didn't.
*You got the money from a payout suing for slipping on hot coffee. Or something. Doesn't matter: didn't cost you anything.