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I arrived in Los Angeles just one week after finishing the series finale of Mad Men. When I touched down at LAX, though I had been there once before, I was ecstatic. I felt new. Driving through Santa Monica and Venice was like entering the set of Mad Men: old, baby blue Corvette Stingrays, vintage T-Birds, and tricked out 1970s Cadillacs rolled by, all in mint condition.