Ironically my proposed spiritual journey on bike begins with a four hour layover in, of all places, Las Vegas. Nothing against sin and the whole city constructed for it, I’m just not amused by general gluttony, gambling or the dumb high electric bill. Plus no sign of Benicio Del Toro, Johnny Depp, bats, or their often cited bottle of ether.
My “checked baggage” – a box with my tent, some gear and my back wheel in it – sat on a cart within my sight at the airport the entire time. 4 hours of layover/delay and I kept a keen eye on it. At times I found myself narrating it in safely back in my possession, in a poor imitation of Depp’s amazing job in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas… (“He just wanted to not have any busted spokes or missing tools….”)
Once back on the ground in Spokane, I waited for quite a while for that box to come out on the conveyor belt. It never did. After 20 minutes of zero movement, I gave up and slowly made my way over to the office to file the missing luggage report… And there it was, on its own conveyor belt for “oversized luggage” the whole time….Yes!
In the end it all worked out. Bike had no damage, wheel had no damage, no one discovered any ether or anything like that. I’m packed up and ready to roll, just need something I haven’t had in three days – a full nights sleep.