The eye-watering, immense slabs of heat-sink asphalt were a crucial part of the ubiquitous Californian aesthetic; what is less typical to the average student's eye, however, is how this parking lot extends past the school block, on all sides, a repetitive grid of white and yellow pavement guidelines onto infinity. The vehicles that populate the area are now far stranger than the pretense of middling-salary teachers' cars, never used or needed. Now, there are limousines, school buses, and even the odd tank haphazardly strewn about the bitumen expanse; some of these vehicles seem perfectly operational, while others are mere wrecks. Even the functional ones offer no escape from the arena; around one mile in any direction lies an invisible, indestructible wall, which marks the border of this modern hippodrome. During the night cycle, all the vehicle lights are on, which provides illumination through the area—so much so that it might be hard to move around undetected.