At 2:00 PM, Don Quixote was cruising around in his beat-up Toyota, a car where everything rattled except the horn.
As he passed a luxury car dealership on Long Island, he was suddenly reminded of how difficult parking was in New York.
'A Cadillac Escalade is big, but it's a pain to park,' he mused. 'Besides, a young guy driving a car like that doesn't look cool. It kind of gives off chauffeur vibes.'
Don Quixote turned the wheel and pulled in.
The dealership was quiet. When Don Quixote pushed the door open, only two salespeople were chatting at the front desk.
Although Don Quixote didn't look rich, the two salespeople still maintained a professional attitude and greeted him warmly.
"Feel free to look around, sir," one of the salesmen said. "We have sports cars over here, and the off-roaders and SUVs are on the other side."
Don Quixote scanned the showroom, his gaze landing on a bright yellow Lamborghini.
