At many Vegas casinos, a lucky spin of a slot machine will earn you a brand-spanking-new BMW, a racy Jaguar or a red-hot convertible. At the downtown ‘just-call-me-Cal’ California, one very lucky nickel-slots player will someday ride home in – drum roll, please – a brand-new PT Cruiser! That simple fact tells you a lot about the 1970s-era Cal, ‘the hotel with aloha spirit, ’ where even the dealers wear Hawaiian shirts, because over 80% of the Cal’s guests hail from the 50th state. On the skybridge connecting to Main Street Station are photos of the Cal’s Golden Arm Club, which immortalizes lucky shooters from the craps tables.