Bikes. Parts. Chaos.
Fear And Loathing In Las Vagueass Well here we are and where are you? Busy as hell at Interbike 06. What could it be? Random chance? High gas prices? Who knows. Dirt Demo was the usual thing. Dr. Nick calls the air 'tartar control' because of the dust, and damn if the dust isn't still better than the smog in LV. First hour of the first day of the show proper was like the start of the Kentucky Derby. Small people were trampeled. It was great. Seems so far no one besides me has seen all the f*cking bats flying around. They'll see them soon enough. My lawyer, BRose, advised me to drink more, which would almost be "at all" at this point. Wise advise from one who knows. Funny thing is that if you're reading this there's a good chance you're not here, and if you're here and still reading this you're likely a nerd. In either case I am not willing to describe the new 'product.' Look elsewhere on the interweb for that. for example. Hint. O.K., that's enough. I'm off the rails a bit. Long days, Vegas, and an all too surreal diarist as normal course will amplify the Dali/Dada-esque, through-the-bottom-of-the-beer-glass thing that is Interbike. Tomorrow: Hangover, The Sequel. -----