Jason, welcome and yes there has to be more -- there's just gotta.
Reminds me of a Pagoda story. Back in the 80's when I lived in Santa Barbara, I often took road trips in my 230SL, with my golf clubs in tow, trying new courses. One weekend I decided to head to Vegas. (about a 6 hr spin). Anyway, I got there no problem (I think I stopped somewhere and played a round on the way). Then I rolled into town. I didn't have a hotel yet -- my experience had always been I could just drop in and find one. Well, there was some kind of convention or something ... Not a room to be found. Nowhere. Shoot. Well, so I decided to make the best of it -- went gambling and had a nice time. Then about midnight, I spread out inside the car, and went to sleep. I think I was well-enough lubricated that it wasn't too bad! It was the Sands parking lot I recall. Next thing ya know, somebody is knocking on the window around 5 AM. Clark County's Finest. He made me get out, gave me the once over, then said "wow, nice car!" Then he said "not really supposed to sleep in your car..." He gave me directions to a local camping area and I was on my way... Actually I headed straight for some coffee and got an early start at the golf course!