Let us begin at the beginning. I picked hubby up after work in my 85 VW Cabriolet and we hit the road to Vegas. Itâ€™s about an 8 hour drive so we stopped in Gallup and grabbed some Arbyâ€™s for linner (sorta brunch later in the day) and just ate on the road. Second stop Flagstaff for gas and some more Diet Coke. Pay attention to this: If you live somewhere in Arizona, have a jap-crap gray minivan that you think is an suv and your vanity plate is â€œNUNYAâ€ you should count your lucky stars that I was on my way to Vegas and not on my way home or I would have beat the ever loving crap out of your stupid ass!!! So hereâ€™s what happenedâ€”weâ€™re driving along at 85 and â€œNUNYAâ€ shoots past us. A little while later, just as weâ€™re reaching Kingman, this waste of space slows down and moves to the right behind a big rig. Weâ€™re still doing our 85 and so we move to pass. We begin to pass this piece of crotch lint when he speeds up. We slow down. Amoeba brain slows down. We speed up. Dickless wonder speeds up. At this point, there is a line of people behind us flashing their lights like made because weâ€™re in the way. We slow down. Mouth-breather slows done. Having enough of this kindergarten behavior, hubby speeds up-and speeds up some more-and now weâ€™re doing 100 and are about a car length and a half away from the rig in the right lane. Well butt licker speeds up and pulls right in front of usâ€”we had about, oh Iâ€™d say, an inch of space between us and then this putrified mound of rotting flesh slams on his brakes. Yes sir my Drooogies, I felt the violence rise in my throat while I was figuratively crapping myself. The guy behind us had to swerve into the median to avoid us because we had to swerve onto the shoulder to avoid pitri dish brain. Now, he shoots off at a ridiculous rate of speed while us, and the three cars behind us adjust ourselves and continue along the road. We get off in Kingman as do the three cars behind us. We stop at a gas station, as do the three cars behind us. Nice. We get out as do the people in the three cars behind us. Weâ€™re expecting a fight, but they all just wanted to make sure we were okay because they thought â€œNUNYAâ€ had hit us. So weâ€™re all getting our gas and I waltz inside to get my Diet Coke. As Iâ€™m coming out I hear a serious amount of yelling going on. Guess who has come across the street to yell at hubby? You guessed right-â€œNUNYA.â€ Too bad for him that the people in the cars following started reading him the riot act. I told hubby we needed to just go because Iâ€™m on my way to Mecca and have no time for this crap. After quick thanks to those who deserved it, we hopped back in our car and were soon in the greatest place ever. We stopped briefly to put the top down and then headed onto the strip. Our final destination? Westward Ho. Check in was a breeze and we were soon in our room dumping all of our crap. We both got up at about 5 am and itâ€™s now about 2 am our time and weâ€™re tired and hungry. I suggest a trip over to the Peppermill for some grub. We decide to split the Colossal and I must say, I was generally disgusted. Donâ€™t get me wrong, I was so hungry I ate my half, but it was pretty nasty. The â€œroast beefâ€ they used was really more like a Steak-Um that had been overcooked so that it was un-chewable. The potato salad was quite tasty though. After that we wandered over to Walgreens to pick up some Diet Coke and condoms then it was back to the Ho and into bed. We finally konked out about 6 am Vegas time, which means 5 am our time. 24 hours and no sleepâ€”Iâ€™m officially in Unincorporated Clark County Baby!!!