Las Vegas: Strip & Downtown Scooter Food Tour with Pickup

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What’s the experience like?

We were already laughing before we even got on the scooters—our guide, Marcus, handed out helmets and said, “Don’t worry, everyone wobbles at first.” He was right. I stalled mine twice in the parking lot (don’t judge), but after a few minutes it felt weirdly natural to be zipping down Las Vegas Boulevard. The Strip looked different from this close—like you could actually smell the heat coming off the pavement and hear people shouting from open-top buses. We stopped for our first bite at this tiny spot I’d never have found alone; something about eating spicy breakfast tacos outside while neon signs blinked in daylight just made sense here.

The Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas sign is way more crowded than it looks in photos, but Marcus somehow managed to get us a quick shot without a dozen strangers in the background. He told us about Betty Willis designing it back in ‘59—never thought I’d care about a road sign’s history but there you go. Then we rolled up to Bellagio for a look at those glass flowers (Chihuly, right? I always forget his name) and the world’s tallest chocolate fountain. The air smelled like sugar and garden dirt—a weird combo I still remember. You could almost taste it.

Driving north on the Strip past all those casinos felt like being in a parade; people waved or took pictures of us like we were part of the show. Someone yelled “Nice ride!” as we passed the Gold & Silver Pawn Shop—yeah, that one from TV. No Chumlee sightings for us, but honestly, Downtown Las Vegas was my favorite bit anyway. The old neon signs flickered above us and you could feel how different Fremont Street is compared to the fancy resorts—grittier but kind of more alive? We zipped past Counts Kustoms and Welder Up too (Marcus pointed out some wild car builds), then ended up at this diner where UFC guy Roy Nelson picked out our lunch menu. Heavy food, but good.

The last stop was up at Rio Hotel’s rooftop—glass elevator ride included—which made me weirdly nervous (heights are not my thing). But standing up there looking over all of Las Vegas as the sun started dropping…well, that sticks with me more than any casino win ever could.