Although the fares have always been pricey ($3.00 for a two-hour stint around the desert oasis and seven bucks for a twenty-four hour pass) savvy world travellers haven't blinked-an-eye at the expenditure.
Unfortunately, the manufacturers who designed the Deuce, must have used midgets for role models when fathoming the spacing requirements.
For example, on many occasion when I have stood to exit, I have bumped my head on the ceiling (or spied another tourist doing the same) because the overhang is low over the seats which rest on a podium.
If an average-sized male doesn't crouch and gingerly step out of the alcove - BAM - he'll bump his noggin'.
Ouch!
Notwithstanding that glaring design flaw, another one tthat was conjured up to create a cozy four-seater nook, went totally awry.
Unless the rider is a child, or short in stature, they'll end up knocking knees with the tourist across from them (as they shift in their seat to find a position where their body space won't be invaded by undesireables).
And, the rinky-dink stairwell - crafted in plastic - is so steep and narrow that cautious passengers do a double-think before chancing what is bound to be a precarious adventure.
Lady Gaga beware!
The drivers, with all the personality of a worm leave a lot to be desired, too!
One day, I chatted up an English bloke from across the pond who was on vacation with his wife.
According to the affable gent, the Deuce was designed by an English manufacturer.
Uh-huh.
Those clever limey's found a way to stick it to the Americans!
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