Three day's, sixty miles and the new FXST..Whiskey Pete's, WTF is that in my pocket..

Trip canceled due to rain..arm throbbing due to work..story time...

Whiskey Pete's in 1984 was a Wooden casino with maybe 200 slots a couple of tables, convicts wifes working the floor..Prison right out the backdoor..Motel was six rooms and not very pretty..but after a day of riding and the fact that nobody would complain if I pushed the FXST in the room it was a done deal..Hit the shower and layed back dreaming of Vegas..then it hit me, dinner, a little blackjack and a few drinks..Good idea..stash part of the bank roll so you don't have to start making collect calls to get home..

Walk in the door of the casino and you know this ain't Vegas son..What a dump but I'm here..Grab a buffet since you could see what you were getting and pulled up a chair at the $5 table..order a drink and throw out $10 and off to the races..Well I was having one of those rare nights when the cards were going my way..More I would win the fast the drinks arrived and the stronger they got..Some point during the night I lost track of both time a reality..But some how made it back to the room..

After an unknown amount of drunken, slobbering, snoring sleep I awaken feeling like a heard of elephants had walked across my head and stopped to shit in my mouth..what the fuck was I drinking last night..Jump in the shower but that had no effect on the damage..Coffee and a beer or two could be the cure..might be a beer then a coffee then a beer..Get dressed..I'm pulling on my pants and feel a large lump in my pocket..all right you sick puppies let me finish..Reach my hand in and pull out a big ass roll of Ben Franklins..He is my favorite dead president..more I see his picture the happier I be..WTF let me see what we got here..$10,758.00..Now I get to thinking should I skip breakfast and beer and get my ass out of here or what..Well the cops had not kicked in the door and checking through the curtains I could the SWAT team wasn't outside so off to the casino..I walk through the door and Tilly the dealer from the night shift comes running over and gives me a big hug..Thank you I can move out of the trailer in the back..thank you..Now I'm worried,,no rings but worried..The only question that made any sense was what the hell happened last night??

She tells me I was on a roll, $500..doubling down on deuces when she had face cards up..Playing three hands at a time..and tipping her well..over $2000.00..Well honey your buying beer and breakfast..

Feeling better I buy a money order or two and mail them home to myself and go and drag out the FXST we are going to Vegas..You know when your flush with bucks, weather is hoovering around 70..got no place you have to be and all the time you want to get there my friends that is life..Me and the FXST rolled down 15 singing road songs and waving at the birds..No hurry, no worry..

We roll up to the Las Vegas visitors center..Old ass brick building at the entrance to the strip..Show some ID..get you coupon book, thumb through it in the parking lot..Barbary Coast,,free rooms and meals and I can see it from my saddle..Look out Vegas were here!!!