“I have sixty grand in my pocket right now to spend on a new car, you’re telling me you can’t do anything for me?”



The Mclaren dealership employee began to get nervous.



“W-well no. The cheapest car we have is the 540c, and that’s $165,000.”



“And that’s SLOWER than the new Corvette to sixty, right? Like, a LOT slower. Like HALF a SECOND slower. Right?”



The words seemed to come out of the customer’s mouth in slow motion as the employee began to stare aimlessly into the distance. The words struck him like punches in the gut.



“Hey, hello? I’m talking to you here.”



The employee snapped back into reality.



“Y-yeah but this is a Mclaren. It’s worth the badge.”



“Oh yeah! I forgot. I’m gonna pay another hundred grand to get walked on the highway by some good ol’ boy named Cleatus and his fat brother Roy!”



The employee slowly began fidgeting and had sweaty palms. He felt his knees grow weak.



“So the Z06 Vette’ is probably gonna be faster, cheaper, as capable, and more powerful than even the 570s. Why wouldn’t I just wait a year and get a better car for less money?”



The employee at this point was near collapse.



“OH, and I can actually put things in the Chevy! And there’s no way the Corvette is gonna be anywhere near as expensive to maintain as any of these cars. It also sounds a LOT better. I could even finance it if I wanted to! Also th-”



“Hey, hey are you okay? You don’t look so g-”



The employee collapsed and everything went black. Mclaren’s CEO shot up from his bed in a cold sweat.



“SIXTY GRAND! SIXTY! AH! AH!”



He looked around in a panic, recovering from his frantic, comatose state.



“Oh, it was… It was just a dream.”



He reached over to his night stand and unlocked his smartphone. Just then an email notification came up from Jalopnik.



“MCLAREN CEO MUST BE PISSING HIS PANTS: $60K C8 VETTE WALKS 540C LIKE IT’S IN REVERSE”