Me, Myself, and that dude in the corner

As an aside before I start my usual word-vomit, for those of you interested, you can see my pinball collection Here. You can also read a bunch of pin-heads trying to convince me to go and grab the new pin Here.

Onto my trip to Vegas! City of the Night!

Cheap shrimp cocktails, in the middle of the blistering desert!

Started in Cheyenne, drove for a while, and picked myself up some Wendy’s food. If you look closely, the guy near the door tried to get me to give him a ride.

By the time I hit Rock Springs, it was night. Stopped at Wally World, where all the RV’s were parked. I think all the RVs in America.

Is it fair to say I suffered from RV envy?

Had to Gas Up. Does this Motel look familiar to anyone? This is in part, what set off the word vomit down below. I was getting, well, hrm, sentimental. In the heat. Gassing up the truck.

Let me just say, Arizona was perdy.

Soon, I was going through the canyons, getting ready to enter Nevada.

I’ll post more about Vegas, and the convention, if any of you are interested.