We’ve technically been at Hoover Line, I mean Dam, for over an hour now,
but we’ve yet to see the actual dam.
Between the security checkpoint line, the one-way controlled access for
construction line, the parking garage line, and now the cafe line, we
have been practicing the zen art of Not Killing One’s Fellow Tourists.
At least the security and construction lines were on a steep decline, so
we could leave the bikes off and just coast when we needed to move.
We seem to have arrived at the cafe along with 15 tour buses from Bob’s
School for Loud and Perpetually Annoying Youth. The next 10 year old
that screams in my ear while running into me is going to learn firsthand
why bikers have a reputation for being mean and violent.