Two Wheels To Nowhere

Run Through the Jungle ~ Concrete jungle, that is. Staying as a Strip outcast at the Rio affords me the unique view of the bleak backsides of the Bellagio, Ceasars, etc while out on my morning run. That’s where it’s all happening; behind the glitzy, glamourous facades, the boots on the ground are making sure our laundry is done, food is delivered, litter is swept up and things are ready for another day on the Strip.