A buddy and I were in a strip club called Les Girls. No one was paying attention to the dancers, all eyes were glued on the TV's (which normally carried sports). Even the girls were gyrating in one place on the stage so they wouldn't miss anything and the music was turned down so the TV audio could be heard. Several of them didn't even bother walking around to get tips. Everyone was speculating on whether and how long it would take for the Bronco to make it to SD. Nothing shuts down SoCal except a car chase, and that one set the standard...