The rest of the guys fly to Kansas City for the opening of Ray's bar, but Brad takes an extra day, rides his bike up I-15, through Vegas to St. George, and the red-brown mountains of Utah. He thinks it's strange to be rolling through desert without Ray's rambling in his ears, and speeds faster, drowning the silence with the rush of wind. It takes him four hours less than googlemaps says it should to reach Denver, and then it's a straight shot on I-70 to Kansas City.
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BUT MY PORN IS STILL BROKEN.