Bikes go back today.

We're only 30 odd miles from Vegas so there's no real hurry.

We hit Boulder City for breakfast before checking out of the hotel.

A gentle run along the side of lake Mead, making use of our National Park Eagle Passes again, towards northern Vegas.
A police car took an interest in us and turned round to follow us but as we were wandering very gently he had no reason to bother us.

You come up a hill in the desert and Las Vegas is spread out below you. It seems incongruous stuck in the middle of the desert. That's because it is.

We cruised down the strip before heading along sunset towards Pecos to find Street Eagle.

Rick and the boys almost seemed relieved to see us.
I guess not too many people rent V-Rods for two weeks.

I didn't have the heart to tell them that this the first time I've been abroad on a bike with Paul that I haven't dropped the bike.

They listened to our war stories with good grace and ordered a cab for us.

If you're thinking of renting a bike to tour the South West of the US, give these guys a call.

Walked the strip.
Won 80 bucks

1997.9 miles total (Paul's bike said 1999.61) 53 miles today.