There we were, in the lobby of the Casa Blanca Hotel, all checked out and ready to head off to Las Vegas.
“John, my @#$%&$ tire’s flat again.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding?”
There we were, in the lobby of the Casa Blanca Hotel, all checked out and ready to head off to Las Vegas.
“John, my @#$%&$ tire’s flat again.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding?”
I’d had heard about Arizona’s Virgin River Gorge even before I knew it was bikeable. In fact I’d driven through it several times and had always been frustrated that driving concentration interfered with my scenery appreciation.