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Man, Vegas rocked. I couldn't believe how many scooters showed up from places like NY, St. Louis, Oklahoma, and every place out West. We started our journey with the idea of SF Sharon, Mike H, and I driving the Subie with trailer and scooters in tow. Ron was a last minute addition, but with his truck there was room for Sharon's scoot. Score! The 10 hour ride into Vegas was uneventful and passed without much hassle. Once into Vegas, we quickly checked into Circus Circus (more on the fucked up clowns later) and unloaded the scooters. We hit the South end of the strip and met up with about 150 other scooterists at the Klondike Inn. Ted Stickle from Portland was there with many other P-towners. One if his cohorts had a can of beer with a special cap/cover shaped like a cock and balls. To get a drink you had to perform a BJ on the can. Nice. The Klondike had the oldest bar wenches in the world. Things were cool and the scoots decided to hit the RIO for the next stop. Unfortunately, a traffic light split us and about 40 of us didn't know where to find the rest. 30 minutes or looking and we were sorted and ready for more. The ride left the RIO after much beer. We were heading to Old Town (Fremont St.). Unfortunately no one knew where Fremont St. was and if you weren't in the main group, you were lost. I lead a group down a dead end street before everyone in the second group just headed for their hotel bar. Afterwards, Ron and I decided to watch a bit of Circus Circus' Circus TV, with full clown action. It was sick. And strangely funny. I don't think I would ever let a kid by these Chesters. But we watched anyway. Click here to see a video of the clown TV Freaks. Saturday rolled around too early and we got some really bad breakfast food at the Aztec Casino. Our waitress was cool and the food was just greasy enough to absorb the alcohol. We headed out to the Harley Davidson Cafe to meet up with everyone, get our goodie bags, and leave for the next ride. Our dear departed NY Rachel hitched a ride on my Rally and we headed out for the Hoover Dam with everyone else. Half way there we caught a nail or sumpin in the rear tire and had to pull over (the f%^&king tire was 1 day old). Everyone split and the support truck pulled up and waited. I changed the tire, but none of us (including the support truck) knew where we were going. Rachel hit 7-Eleven and asked directions to the Dam. About 10 minutes up the road we followed signs and ended up on the FWY. Holy shit, those people drive fast and a Rally 180 doesn't exactly fly up the hill with 2 people on board. We past some more scooter carnage on the FWY. By the looks of it there were some overheated small frames or sumpin. As we got to the DAM my bike hit reserve. There are NO gas stations by the DAM. And no scooters to be seen. And we don't know where we are headed. Luckily, a scooterist with a camera told us he was waiting for the crew and we beat them. As the scooterists pulled up the lovely clear sky took on a blue tint. We knew we were among the group again. Another scooterist gave me much petrol and saved me from begging someone with a boat. The ride back was cool except more FWY with everyone at wide open throttle. My Rally was hurting. Mike H's new motor was running good, but cruising at that speed prolly wasn't the best thing. Back at the hotel we got ready for the evening show. No one in our group knew exactly where that was either. As Ron, Mike H, Sharon, and I rode to the club the temp dropped about 20 degrees. It was fucking freezing. A few beers in the parking lot warmed us up. The club was packed, Justin's band rocked, there was no standing room, the bar tenders were swamped, and we hung out in the parking lot with all the overflow. It was part 2 of Heavy Metal Parking Lot, more like Heavy Scooter Parking Lot this time. I had to chase down some keys, so Mike H and I split. I said goodnight and went back to the hotel to watch some more clown TV. Freaks. Sunday morning rolled around and we headed back for more really bad food at the Aztec. We didn't know where the SunCoast was located. The itinerary said East Las Vegas. We headed East. Way East. Into the mountains East. We were totally lost again. We ended up at a Mormon Temple in the foothills. I saw a NY NY limo and asked the driver, who was with a guy, his wife, and kids, for directions. He told us we were at the wrong mountains and would have to trek the FWY for 15 miles or so. After getting directions Ron pointed out the fact that the guy was Donnie Osmond. Holy Shit! It was Donnie with his wife and kids. They were on their time, so we didn't bug him. 15 or so FWY miles and a set of bad directions later and we accidentally ended up at the SunCoast. Just in time for freezing weather that cancelled our Red Rocks Mountain ride. Sharon and I sensed rain and headed out during the raffle. We got back to the strip as it started to come down. I had some personal bidnezz to take care of, so I missed the Caesar's mixer and O'Shea's. Sharon and I finally found a good place to eat within Circus Circus called the Pink Pony. Ron told us he ate at the pink taco, and that it wasn't just a crude joke, but a real good place. I heard someone with Mike H was performing a BJ on the Roman statues at Caesar's. Nice. Ron and Sharon returned early so we could get some rest before the drive home. No clown TV on Sunday. Monday morn and we were up and loading when Mike H rode over at 9:30. He looked like shit. He sounded like shit. He even kinda smelled like shit. "So, Mike, what time did you get to bed?". "I was out til 6AM with Ted Stickle. Drinking". Mike hit the shower while we went for breakfast. Mike joined us for a goodbye meal. Possibly the best part of the weekend was when we exited the hotel and Mike realized he left his dirty underwear and thermals on the chair in the Pink Pony. And he actually went back to get them. I don't think the bus boy makes enough to deal with that :) The drive back sucked with a capital "F". Traffic plagued us the entire way and added a couple hours at least to our drive. All in all, way enjoyable and will do it again. Maybe I'll verify directions to everything first next time :) RON'S PICS:
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