Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination. That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
3 comments:
wtf indeed.
Go back to truck school drop-outs, artful grafitti, and strip-sleeping yokels.
Enough with the dead animals.
Though really, it might be in keeping with the Lavi charter to explore the seamy underside of Vegas, including under bridges.
Thankfully I don't have a Smell-O-Vision enabled browser.
I went out for a nice, long, thoroughly enjoyable bike ride Saturday morning.
I was noodling around the entrance to a huge flood basin off Charleston just past the last subdivision.
This road is damn near clogged with "roadies" on Sat morning - riding out of the southwestern 'burbs to the Red Rock loop. The short time I spent on the road (the sidewalk ends at the last traffic signal) I was constantly dodging people in lycra spinning like mad and doing close to 40.
Anyway, there's a link in the post (the word "here") to a Google map of the place.
Yeah, it's disgusting, but I couldn't not post it...
I went to the "here" link you mentioned, and even squinting like Hunter Thompson I couldn't see a disgusting mule carcass.
It must be like one of those 3D artwork posters...
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