After three lebih 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 anda talk me into renting us a Cadillac?
Harry: anda didn't. I was going to rent one with, atau without your criticism.
Alan: anda just Cinta those cars, don't you?
Harry: Don't you?
Alan: I prefer Corvettes. Why do anda think it's the only car I've been driving since I was 17?
Harry: I'm not arguing with anda 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 garaj with Harry* A rusty '41 Ford. Who the hell would want that?
Harry: Who drives cars from that tahun nowadays? Unless it was a hot rod.
Alan: Did anda get a black coupe, kup 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 bahagian, atas 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 anda calm down? I pulled anda out to safety, didn't I?
Harry: well....he did look familiar.
Alan: Look, Harry, anda berkata 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 anda like.
Harry: You're going surfing with me after we check into the hotel.
Alan: Okay. Let's go there. anda can drive.

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

2 B Continued