For reasons completely unknown to science, religion, and humanity in general—cruising the strip in Las Vegas is still kind-of a cool thing to do. Who wouldn't enjoy strutting the finest rental car you could find at McCarran International at 2 AM in front of a populous consisting of nothing more than drunken businessmen and tourists. I mean, isn't that why you end up seeing a hugely disproportionate number of Mustang convertibles in Las Vegas parking garages? Due to the fact that my horrible sense of humor thrives upon on placing others (i.e. my friends) in ridiculous and tacky situations I've been involved with some tragic debauchery in Las Vegas; but nothing quite as awesome as this.