Day 5 got off to a flying start as the Brick man and I headed up to the hotel's advertised $2.99 breakfast to be told that it was in effect an $8.99 all you can eat brunch that then transposed into a $13.99 non member brunch as we had failed to show any signs of being real gamblers. Irritated by the fact that we did not have time to find an alternative breakfast option without using up valuable driving time we opted for the 'got you over a barrel option.

Deciding to get value for money the retired Police Chief and I did our best to demolish a mountain of bacon and eggs, smoked salmon, prawns and and anything else that had a high street value. We did a quick mental game of Supermarket Sweep and arrived at a consumed value of $107.47. This was one thing that was certainly not going to stay in Vegas.

We went to check out and asked for our bill, which we already knew was going to be a relatively small amount, and received from the checkout lady the comment 'well you guys certainly haven't been partying' to which I replied 'No'.

Satisfied with our culinary repost we headed off to pick up Carrie Martin from his Mandaly trailer park resort as he had been able to get a 72 hour pass away from his new wife who also happened to be in town. Carrie grabbed the iPod and immediately filled the vehicle with the almost perfect soundtrack that would help get us to Williams AZ, the most memorable being 'Under the Moon of Love' by Showaddywaddy.

We hurtled down the road towards Kingman AZ and decided to pull in at the Visitor Centre on Route 66. An original 'Wild West' train was parked outside and much merriment was had by the three of us all pretending to be Casey Jones ' a tooting' at the whistle', despite none of us wearing the appropriate workwear.

I asked one of the guides in the visitor centre for an opinion on how we should deal with the possibility of camping in an area called Page which promised superb scenic views within the Indian reservation that we had planned to visit. She proceeded to completely disassemble our planned Route 66 plans sending us into Colorado, Utah, Alaska and Hawaii on the basis that this would be her ideal way of spending the next 20 days. I thanked her for the input but left feeling that something had been lost in translation.

We headed off to the sounds of ABC and 'Shoot that Poison arrow' along Route 66 soon stopping at a place called Hackberry where there was a broad range of Route 66 memorabilia and photo opportunities. We cracked on and after another 100 miles or so we pulled into the Grand Canyon Caverns venue where they promised ice cold beer.

On venturing inside the rather ramshackle building we stumbled across the bar which was stewarded by a local Indian who introduced himself as Chingachgook. We pretended not to have heard him and so christened him Brian. We had several beers with Brian and he was happy to tell us what to expect at Williams, how the Navajo nation had been formed as well as how to skin a bear with just a comb.

We set off to our final destination for the day and soon checked into the Mountain Side Inn which was neither on the side of a mountain or an Inn as it did not have a bar. So we headed into town and immediately set foot into the Canyon Tavern where joy of joys it was Karaoke night. We quaffed several pints to a mixture of squawks and crooning with Cleatus and Mary Lou doing a superb job of crucifying Meatloafs 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'. Several other locals performed various country staples but they were short on numbers to keep the flow going so it was Carrie Martin who stepped up to the plate and presented Kenny's 'Fancy Pants' to a fairly quiet audience. I quickly followed with 'Candle in the Wind' by Elton John and Dci Brick delivered 'Souper Trooper' ( a song about stage lights apparently) by Abba and by this time the bar had come alive. Job done and a Saturday night saved.

We decided to quit while we were ahead and left the bar only to bump into the fully leathered Vince Neil, lead singer of the popular eighties band Mötley Crüe that had a hit with 'Girls, Girls, Girls.' Apparently he was in town to do a rock documentary on Bikers doing Route 66 and we shared our recent experiences of Brian the Indian barman and Peggy Sues diner. We tried to convince him our returning with us into the bar for some Karaoke as I suggested he might be quite good but he declined. Instead he was happy to take a photo of the three of us and wished us well for the rest of our trip.

We then returned to our in appropriately named hotel to discuss the next day and what was surely going to be the train ride of a life time.