Let's see if I can pull the trigger on this one: the guy who pimped this ride wasn't really naked, but he did clothe The (other) King all in gold, and his store is in another valley altogether from this museum. There aren't many apples growing in the valley, and after riding over hill and dale, the best joke about the driver is a pun on the tune by Harry and Mack. Oh, and land speed records are involved. The happy trails lead about 1500 miles east, but have now come to full closure. Apparently, all of us fans are too old and too broke to sustain them. Junior carries on, though.