Entering a desert that seems never to end, by mid-afternoon the sweltering road rises to Hoover Dam, a monument to what bravado can carve out of nature's raw beauty. Tourist buses empty their contents above Lake Mead; trucks gear down, snaking around spiraling bends, entering Las Vegas' smoggy 104-degree streets, as my brakes are beginning to smoke.




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