After three thêm hours of flight, Alan, and Harry reached Los Angeles.

Alan: *Watches the plane land*
Harry: First thing's first. Let's get our rental car, and go to our hotel.
Alan: Why did I let bạn talk me into renting us a Cadillac?
Harry: bạn didn't. I was going to rent one with, hoặc without your criticism.
Alan: bạn just tình yêu those cars, don't you?
Harry: Don't you?
Alan: I prefer Corvettes. Why do bạn think it's the only car I've been driving since I was 17?
Harry: I'm not arguing with bạn Alan, we're here to have a good time.

They got off the plane, and proceeded to the rental car area.

Alan: *Walks into the nhà để xe with Harry* A rusty '41 Ford. Who the hell would want that?
Harry: Who drives cars from that năm nowadays? Unless it was a hot rod.
Alan: Did bạn get a black coupe de ville?
Harry: Yeah.
Alan: Then that must be our car.

As they walked towards it, a 1956 Buick with squealing tires exited a parking space, and went towards the two men at hàng đầu, đầu trang speed.

Alan: Move!! *Goes left, pulling Harry with him*

The Buick drifted to the right.

Harry: Who was that?
Alan: Someone not driving a '41 Ford.
Harry: I'd like to point out that he nearly ran us over.
Alan: Will bạn calm down? I pulled bạn out to safety, didn't I?
Harry: well....he did look familiar.
Alan: Look, Harry, bạn đã đưa ý kiến it yourself. We're on vacation. Let's enjoy it. We have ten days to just take it easy, catch some sun, and do some of that surfing stuff bạn like.
Harry: You're going surfing with me after we check into the hotel.
Alan: Okay. Let's go there. bạn can drive.

With Harry driving the coupe de ville, the two men left the parking lot, and went to the hotel.

2 B Continued