Burt, Dan, and Matt drag their sorry asses over the finish line of their 72-hour journey into the belly of stupidity and unreasonable penny-pinching. Friendships are tested, budgets are blown, arguments ensue, and beer is handed out in this exciting conclusion to the adventure.
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Way, way south of the Strip, and deep, deep into the night, Burt and Dan soldier on through mile 18 of 20 to get to the South Point’s graveyard specials.
Truly a sight for sore eyes after more than 12 hours and 20 miles of walking. The graveyard specials here weren’t great, but they were cheap and the cafe is open 24 hours a day.
RTC’s transit center south of the Strip is nicer than a lot of places we’ve slept, and serves as a hub for dozens of routes all day and all night.
The dedicated staff of the D pulls apart and repairs the last operating Sigma Derby machine in the world.
Outside Meow Wolf, Matt wishes for some way any way, other than walking more, to get around town, even if Dan and Burt have to push him in this art car.
Matt shows remarkable restraint when he learns Dan spent $6 for a cup of coffee. That java accounted for half of his total cash outlay for the trip.At the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign, An elderly couple exchange vows in the presence of God and a dude who is sort of an Elvis impersonator.
Burt approaches pinball nirvana at the massive Hall of Fame across the street from the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign.
Burt and Dan celebrate the free drinks given to them at a bus stop just because some cowboys said, “You look like you could use a beer.”
