[Jeff P.]

Okay ... This explains the parade of GTs coming and going all day since yesterday.

I work up on the second floor of the big black building on MacArthur and Michelson in Irvine. My office looks straight down onto the intersection.

You guys are killing me here. I'm trying to concentrate on work, and I keep hearing these deep ominous BRUM noises going one direction, then swinging back the other way towards the freeway.

I'm talking to people on the phone and only half listening because my brain is mostly focused on staring longingly at the striped beauties taunting me for hours on end.

You might as well have just hired supermodels to walk back and forth in front of my window in their underwear all day. The torment level would be roughly the same.