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I pack up the 10-ton bike, and roll it out down the hall to the Whiskey Pete's elevator I eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my tableThumbnailsAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townI eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my tableThumbnailsAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townI eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my tableThumbnailsAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townI eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my tableThumbnailsAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townI eat breakfast at the McDonald's downstairs in the Whiskey Pete's casino; there's more garbage than food on my tableThumbnailsAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of town

I was hoping for a ground-floor room so I could avoid using the elevator, but I ended up with a second floor room. It turned out not to matter much, since the packed 10-ton bike fits perfectly in the elevator.