Lucky 777's in Sin City!

Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
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Trip End May 16, 2008


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Sunday, March 9, 2008

On the road home with a pit stop in Vegas.
 
The day's drive started off on the right tires. The day after arriving in Kingman the maid and mechanic made a stop. The maid cleaned up the trailer and the mechanic fixed all the little things that needed to be done. He checked the tire pressure on the truck and they were low. That was as expected as when I was in Terlingua I had taken air out of the tires due to the elevation. Being at a lower elevation they needed to be re-filled before I hit the road again. Yesterday after my Baja 500 the truck was quite dusty and I needed to get some gas. After filling up I stop at the air compressor and I need $0.75. I only have $0.50. Oh well.
 
I remembered from my drive to Grand Canyon West yesterday that there were a few gas stations as soon as I turned on Highway 93 to Las Vegas. I get there and pass the first two, then figure the 3rd one should allow me enough room to get to the air compressor. I was right. Plus it was free.
 
Also on my drive yesterday I had noticed signs saying there were restrictions at the Hoover Dam as to the type of vehicles they allow due to the construction there. They said what link to check. I checked it and I was OK with my RV but Homeland Security also has a checkpoint and they pull over all RVs for inspection. That reminded me of my ferry ride to Galveston and the potential problem I had with the propane bottle in the back of my truck. Coincidentally my other tank ran dry at my last stop and the mechanic changed it for me. So my empty tank was now loose on the ground outside my trailer with my bike. I decided the best place to put it was inside the trailer so that they wouldn't question it. The inspection went Peachy keen.
 
I stop at a traffic light just before arriving at the campground. There's someone on the side of the street panhandling. I give him all the change that I have in a container in my truck. It was mostly pennies, nickels and dimes. I arrive at the campground in Vegas. I've gained an hour due to being in a new time zone. I change the time on my watch but not the others because I should be back in Mountain time in 2 days. Then I hear that daylight savings time starts tonight. Now I only have to change my watch back. The last time I had a time change I had changed everything in the truck as I was driving.
 
I check out what's happening in town tonight and tomorrow night. I notice that Rascal Flats is playing at the Mandalay Bay Casino tonight. I've purchased their latest CD during the Journey. I can't buy tickets online. I drive over there to see if they have any tickets left. Parking is free. Jackpot. This place is enormous and I don't know where I have to go. So I ask a pretty young woman at one of the restaurants where I should go. At the box office I ask if there are any tickets left. The guy says there are no top of the line tickets left, but that there are some of the mid range and cheap (relatively speaking) tickets left. I tell him I need one ticket and to check the top of the line ones just in case there's a single somewhere.
 
Lo and behold he finds one in the stands, off to the side of the front of the stage about mid way up the section. Perfect seat. People seem to like floor seats but I find that people stand up midway through the concert then you can't see anything. I have the perfect seat.
 
There was a Starbucks nearby so I grab a venti Latte. It gambling testing time, on a small scale. In New Orleans I had a Starbucks coffee when I lost it all. Starbucks has been a recurring place during my travels. I start strolling around the slot machines to see which one would be the right one. When I arrived at the campground I had decided to name this blog Lucky 7's. So I figure let's look for a slot machine with 7's. They pretty much all do. After passing a bunch of machines I notice this car up on a pedestal. A couple of days ago Louise sent me an email with pictures of a new Mercedes Benz. Maybe that was a sign. I continue walking and then notice that the car is a BMW 3 series convertible.
 
A year and a half ago I was at a Silent Auction for one of the other Calgary Air Cadet Squadrons. I "donated" a lot of money there because it was for a good cause. But I did win a certificate that entitled me to the use of any BMW for a weekend. During Nick's Graduation weekend I cashed in the certificate. I was hoping to get a 2 seater roadster but I couldn't get one. What I did get was a 3 series convertible. Just like the one on display. I walk back to one of the machines and put in $10. I play full credits. It's a penny machine. Full credits is $4.00. No win. Play again. No win. I have $2.00 left. I can't play full credits, but I can play $1.80 worth. JACKPOT. I win 2000 credits on 7's across the board...$20. I cash out with $20.20.
 
Hmm. I wonder. I know my big win is not going to happen now but I did ask for a few hundred dollars to test my theory in a previous blog. I continue walking around. I've seen numerous Coyote machines. I wonder. I decide to try a machine out. I put the $20.20 win ticket into a machine, the machine says the credits are on the machine, and then I hit play full credit. The only light that is working is the cash out button. I get my $20.20 payout  ticket back. I guess my signals are crossed.
 
I continue walking. Then a penguin machine gets me thinking. I did write about penguins and Antarctica. I put my $20.20 ticket in, see the credit shown on the machine, press full credit and play. JACKPOT. I win. The bells are ringing and the lights are flashing. WHAT DID I WIN? Huh? I'm still at $20.20. Guess it's the wrong machine. Cash out. I decide that maybe I need to get my $20.20 cashed out and try somewhere else.
 
I start walking towards the parking lot exit and am looking for a cash out machine. This lady stops me and makes a comment about my t-shirt. When I was at the ghost town in Terlingua I bought a white t-shirt that has a picture of a skeleton skiing. It says Ski Terlingua. The lady asks me what it says then asks where Terlingua is. I say Texas. She has a quizzical look. There are no Ski Hills in Texas. She thinks Terlingua is in Canada. I point out the skeleton. Then she gets it.
 
I know which machine will get me my theory testing float. I have to go shower and get ready for the concert and supper at the restaurant where the pretty young woman gave me directions to the box office. Either before or after the concert I will find the machine where that woman was sitting.
 
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