Crusin' for Little Miss Muffet So I'm walking down Highland, past the chiropractor's office that has the giant spine segment (with the giant inflamed nerve) sitting out front, and this black, black El Camino drives by, it's stereo moving the sidewalk. In the back, somebody's sunk eye-hooks in the bed walls and strung a bungee-cord spider web from them. It bounces along with the music. And two thoughts fight to the front of my mind: "That is the single tackiest thing I've ever seen." And: "I want one." ★