You know the drill: Interbike, 2014. It is coming.
By day, we make the thronging mess of gaping shoulder turrets sifting through carbon sediment. They call that “sustainability” in the bike biz, pulling carbon out of the atmosphere one layer of high modulus crabon fibre at a time. We like this. We will matching shoes and damn thicke glasses, pants maybe, and you name it, because we area team about bicycles. If only the stimulation didn’t feel like a kick in the nuts of your head, there in Vegas. To and fro from booth to aisle to directory listing, where am I at? The Taiwan section can be hell on the eyes, I’ve already been through it twice and I still don’t know where I am. The Italian section will leave you feeling outclassed, as it should be. So much walking. So much potential, this labour of our love: bicycles. All because of Vegas? And where will you be at the end of the day(s)? Passed out on the floor.