Las Vegas, Las Vegas, Nevada

Lonesome, patriotic tractor found on the way to Vegas.

Everything must be imported to Las Vegas. Part of that continuous stream of goods are handled by seemingly endless trains.

What doesn't come in via train or air is transported along the I-15.

Vegas by night. This picture can only show a fraction of the neon light that nighttime Vegas glows with.

The Big Shot is some kind of pneumatic-turbolift-ish device with a central shaft and a sled with sixteen chairs mounted around it. You sit on the chairs, strapped in with harness and all, and then you're launched along the shaft up, about a hundred feet.

At the top of the trajectory you experience a rather powerful stop and then some serious negative Gs as you're not only propelled upwards, but also pulled down by the machine.

I went with Dave, at about 2200 hours when the sky was pitch black and you could see the neon lights of Vegas stretch to the horizon, with some aircraft taking off and landing - below me.

The Insanity is best described with a picture - like the one to the left. Some sort of manned drink mixer that has been magnified and hauled up to the top of the tower, it probably has more maintenance points dealing with making sure the nuts and bolts are properly fastened than a commercial jetliner.

The X-Scream is a sled on a rail that is tipped down over the edge of the tower. To the great disappointment of all Muslim extremists out there, the screaming Americans do not plunge to their death - the sled stops with the first pair of riders sitting just in front of the outermost end of the rail.

I think that someone should do a BASE-jump from the front seat, pretending to be thrown off just to freak everyone out.