After leaving the Gumball 3000 afterparty in Las Vegas, I made it back to my hotel at about 4:30 a.m. The plan was to sleep for a few hours, then head to Los Angeles, where the rally was set to arrive at the finish line on Hollywood Blvd.
Originally, I was going to hitch a ride with one of the Gumballers, or rent a car, making the infamous 200-plus mile drive between the two cities of sin. Ultimately however, not wanting to be a burden to anyone, or pay the high gas prices, I decided take a cheap flight.
On the plane, I kept thinking about something that Bun told me the night before: "If you need anything, let me know."