
The Interbike Cycling Tradeshow starts tomorrow, and I’m on my way to the convention center in Las Vegas. Due to a scheduling miscommunication, I have to stay in three hotels while I’m in town. At least it won’t be easy for the LVPD to track me down if I unwittingly break one or several laws. Tonight I’m staying at The Sahara. It’s at the end of the strip, in the direction police point staggering vagrants who they pull from the middle of Las Vegas Blvd. Wednesday night I’m staying at the Imperial Palace with one of the product development guys from Backcountry. When you stay at the IP, you have to tell strangers that you’re staying at “The Palace,†and they’ll assume you’re staying in luxury at Caesar’s Palace instead of paying $35 a night to sleep in sheets layered with genetic material. The third night I move to Excalibur, where I hope to watch knights joust while I drink mead. If anyone heading to Interbike wants to get together for a beer to talk bikes or blogging, send me an email (rthompson@backcountry.com).
All of the people waiting to see next year’s ski gear on The Goat will have to wait one more week. It’s bike porn through Friday.