I don't think I would call Vegas "gambling degenerates".
(draft kings, fanduel, off shore books, and the nfl otth...)
Not sure why not, its not a normal place. I used to drive there from Nor Cal and spend a week. I live in a pretty rural area with normal people.
But in Vegas, everyone who is nice to you wants something from you. Like we are all marks or something.
Except for one guy. This is a bit of a story but I will tell it anyway. We drove our 82 Shirocco to Reno and through the desert Hawthorn. Tonopah. Goldfield ect. Its August and 118 degrees. About a hour from Vegas the car started sputtering. Finally died on the side of the road. Wife is crying thinking we are going to die in the desert. BUT, the car starts back up and we are off. This happened 2 more times before we got to Vegas to find a cheap motel room.
We found one, the Econo Lodge up past the Stratosphere on LVB. This was in the early 2000s and the Econo Lodge we stayed at was the same one the 9/11 Hijackers stayed at. Great.
Well, I am a bit of a mechanic and brought my tools and a pair of coveralls. I pop the hood and checking things out. Next to the motel there was a auto repair shop. So I go over there thinking I can pick the brain of a mechanic and point me in the right direction as I was getting frustrated. I talked to the owner and we decided some ignition parts were in order.
So my car was not running right and you know what he does ? He hands me the keys to his brand new Cadillac and tells to use it as I needed to get my parts. I was kind of blown away, nicest most trusting guy ever. Drove it all over Vegas looking for what I needed. Did it several times as the first 2 trips did not quite fix the car. Thought I had it fixed with a new coil but it started acting up. Got the car again and bought a new alternator and it worked.
Driving out of town Friday it started doing it again before we got to Indian Springs. Wife freaking out I turned the car around back to Vegas and the Econo Lodge. What I ended up doing was getting up in the morning and driving to a Kragen, putting a rear wheel up on a curb in their parking lot and jerking out the fuel pump and changed it and that fixed it.
Drove all the way to Humboldt in one shot, 16 hours so I could make a drag race Sunday morning.
Most people in Vegas want something from you. But not that fine old man. I came back a few years later and bought the crew pizza but the man passed away.
I plan on going back for the Aviation Nation Air Show. I went to it in 2017 and it was great. Right after that mass shooting too.
But Vegas is not a normal place.