I remember the first time I went to the States in 2002 a friend lived in New Jersey in "the burbs". We walked to his local bar one night, car park was packed with SUV's. got bladdered, and walked home. All the other bar customers drove

Point is we got picked up by the police because we were walking at midnight. He was suprised to find we were English, suprised we were not falling all over the place having been in the bar all night (good old American lager) and astonished that we had chosen to walk the 800 yards back to my friends house. He then drove us home