GETTING OUR KICKS ON ROUTE 66
After a dreamy, well rested sleep in our Heavenly Bed, we rolled out and made our way to the car hire office. Again, we scored a sweet deal and were told to go out into the lot and pick any of the cars in the ‘luxury’ row. No worries. Ads had already set his eyes upon the ‘Pimpin Lincoln’, something that you would see the Prime Minister pull up in, so we jumped in (waiting to be told that we’d been Punk’d and to take the beaten up Buick), fired her up and began our journey along Route 66. Ads found the whole left hand drive on the other side of the road thing a bit weird to start with, but I seemed to handle mimicking the First Lady in the Pimpin Lincoln rather well! We had a ball making our way to Las Vegas, it took us about 5hours across the Nevada desert, even though it only felt like 2hrs. We had the iPod pumping Roxette and INXS through the speakers with the sun beating down on our foreheads through the sun roof and cracking ourselves up when we saw our government like reflection in shop windows and glass buildings. We nearly fell over from the 42degree hot wind that welcomed us in Vegas, so we hurried into the hotel to check in for some air conditioned relief. After a week of eating way too much junk food in NZ and LA, we had a hankering for a juicy steak and salad. We found ourselves in a stunning French bistro in Paris, Las Vegas – just under the scaled to size Eiffel Tower. We totally blew our meager budget that day/night but it was worth it, the steak was cooked to perfection and the salad was fresh as a daisy, not to mention the well matched Cab Sav going down an absolute treat.
WIN:
Rollin’ in our phat ride the Pimpin Lincoln! Route 66 is so much fun to drive, providing you have the voice of an angel and know all of Roxette’s lyrics.
FAIL:
Caesar’s Palace not compressing itself into our budget. (No fat Jesus, it’s not Caesar’s actual palace).
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