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； but I didn't know who it would e from。 Do you follow me？〃 The boy's face was a mask of pure fear and bewilderment。 I blundered on： 〃I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney！ He's not just some dingbat I found on the Strip。 Shit； look at him！ He doesn't look like you or me； right？ That's because he's a foreigner。 I think he's probably Samoan。 But it doesn't matter； does it？ Are you prejudiced？〃
〃Oh； hell no！〃 he blurted。
〃I didn't think so；〃 I said。 〃Because in spite of his race； this man is extremely valuable to me。〃 I glanced over at my attorney； but his mind was somewhere else。
I whacked the back of the driver's seat with my fist。 〃This is important； goddamnit！ This is a true story！〃 The car swerved sickeningly； then straightened out。 〃Keep your hands off my fucking neck！〃 my attorney screamed。 The kid in the back looked like he wasready to jump right out of the car and take his chances。Our vibrations were getting nasty…but why？ I was puzzled； frustrated。 Was there no munication in this car？ Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts？
Because my story was true。 I was certain of that。 And it was extremely important； I felt； for the meaning of our journey to be made absolutely clear。 We had actually been sitting there in the Polo Lounge…for many hours…drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side and beer chasers。 And when the call came； I was ready。
The Dwark approached our table cautiously； as I recall； and when he handed me the pink telephone I said nothing； merely listened。 And then I hung up； turning to face my attorney。 〃That was headquarters；〃 I said。 〃They want me to go to Las Vegas at once； and make contact with a Portuguese photographer named Lacerda。 He'll have the details。 All I have to do is check into my suite and he'll seek me out。〃 My attorney said nothing for a moment； then he suddenly came alive in his chair。 〃God hell！〃 he exclaimed。 〃I think I see the pattern。 This one sounds like real trouble！〃 He tucked his khaki undershirt into his white rayon bellbottoms and called for more drink。 〃You're going to need plenty of legal advice before this thing is over；〃 he said。 〃And my first advice is that you should rent a very fast car with no top and get the hell out of L。A。 for at least forty…eight hours。〃 He shook his head sadly。 〃This blows my weekend； because naturally I'll have to go with you…and we'll have to ann ourselves。〃
〃Why not？〃 I said。 〃If a thing like this is worth doing at all； it's worth doing right。 We'll need some decent equipment and plenty of cash on the line…if only for drugs and a super…sensitive tape recorder； for the sake of a permanent record。〃
〃What kind of a story is this？〃 he asked。
〃The Mint 400；〃 I said。 〃It's the richest off…the…road race for motorcycles and dune…buggies in the history of organized sport…a fantastic spectacle in honor of some fatback grossero named Del Webb； who owns the luxurious Mint Hotel in the heart of downtown Las Vegas。。。at least that's what the press release says； my man in New York just read it to me。〃
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃as your attorney I advise you to buy a motorcycle。 How else can you cover a thing like this righteously？〃
〃No way；〃 I said。 〃Where can we get hold of a Vincent Black Shadow？〃
〃What's that？〃
〃A fantastic bike；〃 I said。 〃The new model is something like two thousand cubic inches； developing two hundred brake…horsepower at four thousand revolutions per minute on a magnesium frame with two styrofoam seats and a total curb weight of exactly two hundred pounds。〃
〃That sounds about right for this gig；〃 he said。
〃It is〃 I assured him。 〃The fucker's not much for turning； but it's pure hell on the straightaway。 It'll outrun the F…ill until takeoff。〃
〃Takeoff？〃 he said。 〃Can we handle that much torque？〃
〃Absolutely；〃 I said。 〃I'll call New York for some cash。〃
2。 The Seizure of 300 from a Pig Woman In Beverly Hills
The New York office was not familiar with the Vincent Black Shadow： they referred me to the Los Angeles bureau…which is actually in Beverly Hills just a few long blocks from the Polo Lounge…but when I got there； the money…woman refused to give me more than 300 in cash。 She had no idea who I was； she said； and by that time I was pouring sweat。 My blood is too thick for California： I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate。 Not with the soaking sweats。。。wild red eyeballs and trembling hands。
So I took the 300 and left。 My attorney was waiting in a bar around the corner。 〃This won't make the nut；〃 he said； 〃unless we have unlimited credit。〃 I assured him we would。 〃You Samoans are all the same；〃 I told him。 〃You have no faith in the essential decency of the white man's culture。 Jesus； just one hour ago we were sitting over there in that stinking baiginio； stone broke and paralyzed for the weekend； when a call es through from some total stranger in New York； telling me to go to Las Vegas and expenses be damned…and then he sends me over to some office in Beverly Hills where another total stranger gives me 300 raw cash for no reason at all。。。I tell you； my man； this is the American Dream in action！ We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end。〃
〃Indeed；〃 he said。 〃We must do it。〃
〃Right；〃 I said。 〃But first we need the car。 And after that； the cocaine。 And then the tape recorder； for special music； and some Acapulco shirts。〃 The only way to prepare for a trip like this； I felt； was to dress up like human peacocks and get crazy； then screech off across the desert and cover the stary。 Never lose sight of the primary responsibility。 But what was the story？ Nobody had bothered to say。 So we would have to drum it up on our own。 Free Enterprise。 The American Dream。 Horatio Alger gone mad on drugs in Las Vegas。 Do it now： pure Gonzo journalism。
There was also the socio…psychic factor。 Every now and then when your life gets plicated and the weasels start closing in； the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas。 To relax； as it were； in the womb of the desert sun。 Just roll the roof back and screw it on； grease the face with white tanning butter and move out with the music at top volume； and at least a pint of ether。
Getting hold of the drugs had been no problem； but the car and the tape recorder were not easy things to round up at 6：30 on a Friday afternoon in Hollywood。 I already had one car； but it was far too small and slow for desert work。 We went to a Polynesian bar； where my attorney made seventeen calls before locating a convertible with adequate horsepower and proper coloring。
〃Hang onto it；〃 I heard him say into the phone。 〃We'll be over to make the trade in thirty minutes。〃 Then after a pause； he began shouting： 〃What？ Of course the gentleman has a major credit card！ Do you realize who the fuck you're talking to？〃
〃Don't take any guff from these swine；〃 I said as he slammed the phone down。 〃Now we need a sound store with the finest equipment。 Nothing dinky。 We want one of those new Belgian Heliowatts with a voice…activated shotgun mike； for picking up conversati