Your buddy Vlad dashcams. You ask him why, but he just nods. He doesn't really answer your questions about his machine gun equipped quadcopter and cash under his mattress either. One day, you find yourself in the passenger seat and a couple neckless big guys stroll up to Vlad's ill-powered crap box. Vlad points at dashcam and the "friendlies" walk away. You think to yourself, "Ah, dashkam good."