A tape player? Okay, you gotta show me once we get a little farther from that lady's front door.

[Grinning widely at their shared success, Johnnie gives Chrissy a hand onto the bike, then pulls away from his parking spot to go search the street for food.

Just like LA, this place has all kinds of options, but for breakfast things without searching too hard, he stops just a few blocks down at some Jewish deli and hops off. Bagels and sandwiches and all that sort of thing sounds like it'll hit the spot. He pushes the door open and holds it for her, then picks a booth to flop down into.]

I think you mentioned tapes before. They're smaller, right?