Let’s be honest. Vegas is not my jam. Never has been. Never will be. Sure, I had fun for New Year’s in college, when we stayed at the Tam O’ Shanter (before it got torn down, it was the cheapest motel on the strip, right across from Treasure Island).
I’ve also had my share of fun with the drag racing crew back in the day, and more recently filming The Buried Life and a documentary with Shug Knight – but all in all, smokey casinos and grungy night life are definitely not my jam. My jam is bikes. Riding bikes and geeking out to bike stuff is my jam. So, I sucked it up this year, and made the pilgrimage to Interbike. I’m not gonna bore ya with all the “best of interbike” stuff you can read anywhere else online – but just as a reminder – there is some stellar mountain biking to be done just outside of Las Vegas at Boulder City (Bootleg Canyon).
Sure, I did have some business to attend to at Interbike (I guess the cat’s out of the bag with me opening a year-round bike business in Mammoth, but that’s another story).
The real excuse for going, was to punish some bikes that don’t belong to me at the Outdoor Dirt Demo. I got to ride some rip-roaring bikes that have about 6″ more travel than I’m used to and about 10 more gears than I’m used to and a price tag about 3k more than I’m used to.
After tearing up the cross country courses and shuttle runs and silver bullets with the boys from Footloose Sports, it started to rain pretty heavily in the late afternoon. It sent everyone bailing out early, and Bootleg became a ghost town. I handed back my 5″ travel Fuji, and fifteen minutes later, the rain let up.
With everyone gone, and hero dirt calling my name, I pulled the singledingle out of the truck bed and proceeded to log some super duper smiley bonus mileage – much needed as moonshine from the White Lightning booth was still oozing boozie out of my poors. Girl Scout, I.M.B.A., East Leg, West Leg, Mother, you name it – I rode it in solitude. Life in balance.
So yeah, that’s my Interbike story and I’m sticking to it. PS – here’s my selfish plug – If you need anything bike service, parts, or accessories in Mammoth, any time of year – Hit me up. No skis. No snowboards. Just bikes. The Maven. Haven’t found the right storefront yet, but the mobile repair shop is up and running, tons of stuff in stock, and the craft beer is always flowing. 310.801.9297