Vegas and Such

This past week I got the opportunity to visit lovely Las Vegas. Normally this town is one of the last places that I would throw my money away in but the shop helped pay for me to go to the great Inter bike. I have heard stories for years of this epic bike show. Finally I am there. This was also a great opportunity to get in some good urban assault on the fixie. The show was cool but overwhelming. I saw some really shiny stuff and a lot of the same thing. I did score some expensive compression tights for free that I have been meaning to get. I also got to talk to the owner of Niner about sponsorship next year. Other than that the white and gold XTR groupo was the coolest thing I saw. So after many hours of wondering around the show Eric and I ended up upstairs in the fake sky room in the Venetian sippin on some drinks. I have to admit that area is crazy and it feels like sunset all the time. Definitely the coolest fake thing I saw in plastic Vegas.


On to the fun...After a scary ride over to an all u can eat sushi place I decided that riding in sandals on a fixed gear bike in traffic is not fun. I threw on my shoes and went with Eric downtown. We were to meet up with Randy, Bussman and the Gnome at a hole in the wall place called the Beauty Bar. As soon as we walked in I was entered into a race known as Gold Sprints. A stationary race on rollers on top a stage, hooked up to a computer, showing your color's progress in about a 20sec sprint. There was a dj, lots of tight knickers, cycling caps and plenty of beer. My career in this sport was soon over when I flew out of the toe cages with my clip shoes on. Eric won and I decided to just stick to my day job on the mt. The Gnome and Randy moved on to semi-finals but I think some kid from San Fran took the fastest time of the night by a few seconds. Having enough of that we took off back to the strip.



A security guard at the fashion mall did not like us skiddin up and down his nice pavement but it made for a great trick location. I bruised my hip a bit trying to spin completly around in a 360 whip. On to the Mirage where eating breakfast at 3 in the morning with a Busch light is the norm. It was a good close to the evening. Bussman took to the floor in our hotel room like he was at home. I guess traveling with the Fat Tire crew makes for some good hotel training. The 2 days was all I could take, I had to get back to the fresh mt air. I had a blast but even my time there didn't feel real, what a crazy city.

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