When we ride the strip we occasionally visit with Stormin' Norman, a fellow cyclist and Strip habitué.
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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
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Is Norman the guy on the bike with the rad sunglasses or the guy on the Scooter electric mobility power chair?
Which type of crowd ia the Lavimeister hanging with now days?
Furst.
Both are Norman -- and both are looking for a black and yellow crossing sign to vandalize.
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