All we can fervently hope is that this woman, on arriving in Auckland, finds the friend of a friend wafting a meagre $600 in her face, talking of a suspicious sounding ‘big end’. (A useful ploy, at any time. A ‘big end’ is a bit of the car that starts making thumping sounds when it’s getting old and tired and about to ‘go’ but that it is difficult for anyone to know if they are hearing or imagining; so mentioning it suggests you might, possibly, know what you’re on about. You can, at least, unless he or she is a bone fide mechanic, know the seller won’t know, one way or another.)