The room squeaked like that scene close to the end of Kubrick's 2001 movie.
I was here to hand over the keys from The Car That had Gone Too Far.
Still only 123,000 miles and looking good, but a tad expensive over the last year with various springs, computers, exhausts and other incomprehensible pieces creating the situation for substitution.
I signed paperwork and was shown a set of manuals weighing a kilo before being offered a run through of how the replacement worked. I decided it might be easiest to drive it and figure out the buttonage later.
One of my first passengers noticed the occasional little orange triangles in the mirrors. Could it be a reference to a novel?