Bedsi

"Ta-Da!!" Dante struck a dramatic pose, spreading his arms with a huge smile on his face.

"This is your car?" Ben was already regretting his decision.

An old minivan in a fluorescent green color stood in front of them. The rims were rusted, and both the front and rear bumpers were in deplorable condition, as if someone had crashed into them multiple times. In fact, the minivan's body was covered in dents and scars that showed its age.

It looked closer to being scrap metal than being capable of taking a road trip.

"I call her Bedsi," Dante patted the minivan affectionately. "She might not look like much, but Bedsi has already taken me through two countries."

Ben inspected the minivan while Dante filled it up with the gas they had just bought.

The more Ben looked at the minivan, the more worried he became.

"Ben, get in," Dante seemed especially happy. He slapped the passenger door and invited Ben to climb in.