Interbike 2013, The Lost Years

I am complused to attend Interbike Vegas each and every year. It’s 8 out of ten so far, and each time, upon return, I am generally so burned and polluted that interaction or acknowledgment is far from possible. If or when I might write a thing about it, a miracle is in action, or enough time has passed for it not to matter. The fact of the matter is that I can make little sense of it from my perspecitve on what life should be, and while I am there, I always try to escape it. Everything you may want to know of it has already been written elsewhere such as All Hail the Black Market at any rate. The following images are nothing of note, but enough of proof of attendance that there record alone are good enough until next year. -Gnome