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By Phil Reese

The last Saturday in October, being a close-to-perfect day, the roadster said he wanted to take a drive. After some discussion, I said it would be ok, but only if he stuck to roads he has travelled before.

Since he was already full of gas (and other things), I went down to the garage, and he was already out in the driveway, ready to go. And he had Linda with him.

After a partial loop of the 215, he (with Linda aboard) approached the gate at the southern entrance of Lake Mead national recreation area.

I hadn’t realized it, but he interpreted literally my admonition to use only roads he had driven on before. I thought he would take only a drive around the block, and stay right here in Summerlin. You know, maybe a three or four mile drive.

Well sure enough, they went up North Shore Drive, just like we have many times before with the LVR (staying below the 50-mph speed limit as we always do). And they stopped at Redstone, posing for quite a few picture-takers.

From somewhere along the road he sent a picture of the tachometer, thinking he was being clever not including the speedometer. But I can calculate how fast he was going at 4000 rpm. OMG!

They stopped in Overton, at what used to be Sugar’s, but is now Criss Angel’s “CABLP” restaurant .

The inside of the old place looks very different and pretty good too. Although the demographics of the guests doesn’t seem to have changed.

It looks like they came home via the Valley of Fire, because the receipt for the entry fee was still on the windshield. There were a number of other photos, but they were all blurry. I bet the phone doesn’t work well at triple-digits.

When they got home, he was slightly abashed at having driven almost 200 miles without telling me. I said “You went out and turned your engine over more than a half-million revolutions without telling me?”  “You probably turned over more than that because I bet you were in second or third gear a lot of the time”. His silence was enough of an answer.

Next drive, I’m going.