"There was only one road back to L.A. - U.S. Interstate 15. Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom."
Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
It's Sunday morning, around 11:00 a.m., somewhere on the LV Strip. You and your buddies just checked out of your hotel room. It's now time to head back to reality after almost three days in LV. You went to bed around 4:00 a.m. completely drunk and got at most 4 hours sleep. You are exhausted, hungry, and your head hurts real bad. Last night's events are still a bit foggy. You know you dropped a grand playing 6/5 blackjack and roulette at a "party pit" then you and your posse went to a club. The club was fun but set you back a couple of hundred with cover charge and drinks. You came to LV with $2000 in your wallet and now you only have $200 left. You are still not sure how all the money evaporated. It hurts just to think about it. The elevator is taking forever. All you want to do is get to your car and get the hell out of LV.
Everyone told you to fly just like you have done before, but this time you decided to drive from southern California. This trip to LV was sort of last minute and flights were too expensive. You took off from work on Friday with your buddies and left early to beat the traffic. You made it to LV in under 4 hours and were drinking at the pool by 1:00 p.m. Life is good. You know the drive back on Sunday is going to be a bitch. Lots of traffic, trucks, and ballistic motorists. People warned you about the drive back on a Sunday or a busy holiday weekend, but how bad could it really be?