"It's a phenomenon that has always amazed me. People get in their cars in the height of the summer heat and crawl along for two or three hours, all for the right to spend an afternoon lying in the grainy dirt, baking, sweating, and burning under a barrage of cancer-causing rays. Their only escape is to enter the water, which can best be described as a freezing, salty urinal. Then unless they've endured the day covered with sticky grease, they can spend the two or three hours on the way home watching their skin blister."
Andy Carpenter, in First Degree.
My thoughts, exactly.