Last night the boyfriend and I were driving around trying to figure out what to do. As we were making our way to the strip we drove past a strip club - not uncommon as strip clubs are to Vegas as Starbucks are to Washington - but something in the parking lot caught my attention. "Parked" in a space right up front sat a bicycle in all its glory. The bike was not a mountain bike or a road bike. It was one of those small street bikes. It didn't even have a kick stand; it was seriously just laying there. But I must admit, the bike owner came prepared. Just in case he scored with a stripper and she wanted to go home with him, the bike had a nice set of pegs for a second rider.