The week before Christmas, my wife and I headed up to Las Vegas and spent five days enjoying the peace and quiet. When we go there, I usually don't take any boi clothes with me at all and this trip was no exception. The place was d-e-a-d. One afternoon, we decided to head over to the new Hard Rock Cafe (HRC)on the strip and give it a test drive. The parking for the facility, to be blunt, sucks. It's a multiple level parking structure and we ended up on the fourth level before finding a spot to park my full size, 4-door quad cab pick-up with full 8' bed (this is important later). Then we discovered that the elevator takes you to the lobby of a multi-screen theater and not to the HRC. To get to the entrance of the place, you have to walk around the building... very inconvenient. Anyway we found our way inside and only had to wait a few minutes for a table. I will say the facility is very nice... touch panels everywhere, even at the tables where you can vote on the music that is played over the sound system in the building. And of course there is LOTS of memorabilia on which you can feast your eyes as well. Our server was attentive but not intrusively so and we enjoyed a nice albeit somewhat expensive lunch ($45, no liquor). We paid our bill and then began the trek back to our vehicle... around the building, into the theater lobby, up the elevator, and finally to our truck. As we were leaving, I noticed another exit at the rear of the structure which would allow us to bypass having to get back out onto Las Vegas Boulevard and the perpetual traffic jam the resides there. So I drove through the little gate that has the ever present warning that you will receive severe tire damage is you back up. Once through the gate I was presented with a very tight radius turn to get onto the ramp that lead down to the street level. I thought to myself, this BIG TRUCK is not gonna make it though that [SIZE="1"]little tiny turn[/SIZE].
Going back into the structure was not an option (severe tire damage) and besides, another vehicle had followed us through the gate. PANIC!!! Just as I was about ready to burst into tears, the gentleman in the vehicle behind us came up and started to help. "Don't worry ma'am, we'll get you out of here." He was an older gentleman in full cowboy gear. He started giving directions to turn left, turn right, back up a bit. By now, his wife had joined in helping out as well, spotting on the passenger side. Finally the gentleman reached through the open drivers window and took control of the wheel, giving me direction on what to do with the foot controls. It seemed like it took forever, but in reality it was probably less than five minutes and we were free! The gentleman tipped his had and said, "Have a good day, ladies," and he disappeared back to his vehicle along with his wife. So another first for me, being rescued by a very gallant, polite gentleman. I must confess, it felt pretty special.
(((((((((((((((((((("I LOVE BEING A CROSSDRESSER")))))))))))))))))))
yes quad cab, long bed.
Put a little lipstick on you'll feel better
Originally Posted by Holly
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