Viva Las Vegas

Text: John M. Flores • Photography: John M. Flores

Las Vegas. The Strip. The showgirls. The strippers. Las Vegas. Sequins. Sin. Sex. Céline. Las Vegas. Glitz. Glamour. Dan Tanna. Las Vegas. Neon and Newton. Penn & Teller. Tigers and sharks... This pioneer town has had its share of ups and downs, from one incarnation as the mid-twentieth-century, mob-manipulated, Rat Pack playground, to another as a tired, passé, 70s has-been, and now to its resurgence as a dazzling Disneyland for adults.

Woven throughout the city's history are unforgettable motorcycle moments, too: Evel Knievel's '68 rag-doll impersonation in the Caesar's Palace parking lot; The Art of the Motorcycle exhibit in '01; and more recently the AMA Red Bull Supermoto A-Go-Go at Bally's. Elvis even got into the act in '69. Resplendent in black leather for his comeback concert, The King looked as cool as ever and a lot like Brando in The Wild Ones.

My trip to Vegas was less about making history and more about sneaking in a two-wheeled fix as winter descended onto the East Coast like a total bummer. Beyond The Strip the veneer of "bling" is quickly supplanted by a beautifully barren landscape that hasn't changed all that much in hundreds of years - the perfect venue for expanding my motorcycle horizons.

Dirt bike ride
Primm, Nevada, is a one-pixel town on the Nevada - California border, 45 minutes by shuttle from the MGM Grand, and the start-finish for a day on dirt bikes. As a road rider, I'm hoping to learn a thing or two today and while donning my gear in the Whiskey Pete's parking lot, my inner Walter Mitty wakes to rouse my inner Valentino Rossi and inner Ricky Carmichael in the process. This unlikely triumvirate is deluding me into thinking that my talent will shine with the brightness of 1,000 suns today, and that within a year I'll be on the MotoGP grid, with my own posse of umbrella girls, setting pole at Jerez and winning at Laguna Seca...

We hit the trail and I immediately realize I'm neither Ricky nor Rossi - I'm not even Ricky Ricardo. That's where Uwe (Oo-va) Diemer comes in. He's the proprietor of California-based Admo-Tours (, renting bikes all around the world and running dirt-bike tours in California and South America. Originally from Germany, Uwe took the long way to California, via Africa and South America on a motorcycle, so he knows a thing or two about riding and adventures. He has planned a full day for beginners like J (the other guest and a mountain biker from California) and me, exposing us to changing terrain with each section building upon previously learned skills. The classroom is a cool, sunny day in a California high desert of scrub brush, Joshua trees and big sky, and my desk is a late model Suzuki DR-Z400, an eager thumper with a wide spread of torque and a plush long-travel suspension.

(End of preview text.)

For the complete touring article, including facts & information, map(s), and GPS files, please purchase the March/April 2006 back issue.