We put 27 people in a 25 seat bus and sang our way up to Vegas. Upon arrival, we fell asleep. The thing about bike and builders is that we are not that interested in big cities and large crowds of people. Having to walk anywhere seems wildly inefficient when we know a bike would have gotten us there in half the time. Most of us are broke and if we weren't before, we are now. We look like a bunch of losers with the most juxtaposed tan lines on the planet. But most of all, we can sleep anywhere. Lawns, driveways, sidewalks, gas station floors, you name it we've probably napped on it.
So here we are in arguably the most entertaining city in the country and we are just so exhausted and so uninterested in what was going on that we take naps in restaurants, lobby floors, and even at the slot machines.
What really got us jazzed however, was the epic day to follow.
Our bus got back to the host at 1:30. Wake up was at 5 a.m. Morning coffee was a must to shake the hangover. We loaded up on sunscreen and water and embarked on a 103 mile day through the Mojave Desert to get to Baker, California. That's right, California, our 19th and final state of the journey. A beginning to and end if you will.
This is how I know the Maine to Santa Barbara crew is a bunch of crazy people. We party on the way to Vegas, catch z's while we're there, and wake up on 4 hours of sleep to bike 100 miles through the 113 degree desert on what we deemed, "The most poorly paved road in America," for no better reason other than the fact that we are willing and able.
This is our idea of a good time. This is our Vegas.
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