Let’s take a break from all of the dismal shit, and cruise down The Strip.

“Hey Rex, why do the rides always have to be set to music?”

Wind and engine noise, my friend. Some kind of soundtrack is necessary, or all you would hear is wind blasting past the mic at 45Mph, and directly out of your speakers. Trust me, you’d be screaming for William Hung after 8 seconds.

But fear not, I’ve made the soundtrack extra special “Vegasy” for you this time, because that’s just the kind of guy I am. Despite the problems our town is having, The Strip is still here … it just begins at Spring Mountain now instead of Sahara.

It’s kind of a bummer. The Riviera still has one of my favorite exteriors. Save for the Flamingo flame, it is one of the last bastions of truly gaudy neon left on LVB, but everything north of The Wynn is kind of no-man’s land these days.

Maybe Fontainebleau will save the north side …

It could happen.

Anyway, pop your head out of the sun roof and take a ride with me.