While the first day was a little cooler than anticipated, the dusty patina on us all suggested a trip to Lake Mead. Unfortunately, Dirty Biker the Right Reverend and Craig took off in their hotrod Cadillac so Dirty and I missed their prime (?) spot, locating an even more prime spot, ourselves. Cloudy night, lightening in the distance, and blood sugar debt made the whole experience surreal and bewildering.
Day two started out cloudy and became rainy. For a bit, it looked as though it would be a washout. One local said that the Las Vegas area gets only 2 inches of precip per year; we saw most of that. Then unbelievably, as several vendors were packing up, the rain stopped. Lets go riding! Don't forget your helmet:
This fine Alaskan camper was the site of many a danky and Dirty moment...thanks Alaskan!:
The Greatest Bus Driver Ever got us back to LV efficiently, giving us enough time to eat Ethiopian, race go-karts and visit Larry's girls. Now, we were fully prepared for a day indoors.