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

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

2 B Continued