Day 14 - The old West

It was Mr Dz for breakfast, maybe not the oldest of diners on Route 66 but certainly one with real character and feel. You could easily have been on the set of Happy Days with Ron Howard.

Across the road is the Powerhouse Museum, Arizona's answer to the tale of the road, set out in a simplistic and simple way to understand.

Cool Springs was the original motivation for Radiator Springs in Cars but a disagreement with Disney Pixar saw it change. It's got plenty of history in itself having been used previously as a movie set including a planned fire that razed it.

Somehow it still keeps being brought back to life except today. It was deathly silent.

We wound our way up through the rocky hills, with drops off the side that left some of our girls, sitting closest, cold. Still the view, like the temperature was extreme as we wound our way into Oatman.

The old western town, a hangover from the gold days, complete with wooden sidewalks and Burras (a cheap model donkey cum mule) roaming the streets left you expecting John Wayne to come riding into town any moment.

What did come to town was a gunfight which was top notch, the bank robber eventually shot and killed by the bank robber robber, (the law) until he too was shot by the 'bank robber, robber, robber' (a kind of law unto himself) All good fun.

We departed the Mother Road and hit the i93 bound for Sin City. Some of the girls grabbed the wheel enjoying the straight haul to Hoover Dam. A Plant Tour of one of the worlds greatest manmade building endeavours highlights the vision early americans had to do what almost seems impossible.

Friday afternoon traffic into Las Vegas could have been worse, but we negotiated he bumper to bumper highway and our six convertibles turned onto the strip, mostly in a line and found the Linq Hotel... for the first our our two nights.

We'd raced into town so some cold make the 6.30pm performance of Celine Dion which turned out to be 7.30pm. Oh well, plenty more to come in city that never sleeps.