Was cheuffeurd around Los Angeles in a Phantom.
When I was 14, my father and I were driving down (12 hours or so) a rural highway in Russia. Every so often there would be this ghetto rest area - which basically consists of a hut selling water and nosh, an outhouse or hole in the ground, and a grill. Every rest area I would notice bunch of feral dogs hanging around the grill.
At one point near the end of the trip I noticed that one rest area wasn't grilling anything, I asked my dad why to which he answers; see any dogs around? There is nothing to grill anymore.
For several years after that I went around believing that Russian rednecks eat feral dogs.