Right you are Steve, not content with usual tourist impresonations , the matched pair of hooligans, names withheld ( bull..it was Venna and Ants ), decide to jack the zane front wheel against the pillar of the walkway for the motel units, lighting up the back wheel to the perfume of burnt rubber permeating all the upper and lower rooms, about 1am me thinks..... come the morning, gazing out in the early light, out over the balcony, see the garden tables at eye level in the court yard, trouble being i was on the second floor.... gee wonder whom did that?.... j