Make an appointment with a service technician. Tell him he should park his van at a particular cattle gate, remote from anywhere, where he’ll be met by a guy in a Jeep.
Have him follow the Jeep for miles and miles into the desert, over dirt roads that get increasingly narrow, bumpy, unmaintained, and far from anywhere.
The Jeep stops at a place where no house is in sight. A raggedy old guy in faded camo with two dogs and a big beat-up revolver gets out and walks to the van. “You can’t get in with that thing,” says the old guy. “From here we walk.”
Yeah. This is going to end well. If he’d stayed in college he’d be a dentist now. But no. Somewhere not at all near the back of his mind there’s banjo music and an old Burt Reynolds movie…