We went to Las Vegas this weekend to visit my mom. The drive from our house in Los Angeles to Las Vegas takes just under five hours, unless you’re my mom, aka Lead Foot Linda, who was the inspiration for the Bandit in Smokey and the Bandit.
With me driving, the trip took closer to six hours. Also, we stopped in Yermo to charge the car, use the bathroom, and let Mortimer shoot his shot at marking a few square feet of the Mojave desert.
On the drive out to Vegas, I always ask myself the same question: are we there yet? But on the drive back, my mind roams. Here are some of the questions I asked myself:
What’s the casino scene like in Primm?
If you win big in Primm, aren’t you still losing?
Is this the trip I finally say, screw it and take the road to Zzyzx?
What’s the point of an agriculture inspection if they just wave everyone through?
Should I get into the interstate agriculture smuggling racket?
Which Harry Bosch novel was the one where his case takes…
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