FreeBird Velo: Vegas Trip Minus the Interbike

I did something I'm not proud of this month. Continuing with the 'September of my Despair' theme, I'm going to delve into my trip to Vegas I took a couple weeks ago. Let me start off with the fact that this Vegas trip was family related and not scheduled to coincide with Interbike in any way. I actually thought Interbike was the next week, I got calendarically confused. I went to Interbike last year, my first time and it was completely overwhelming, but they had a lot of free shit and pretty shiny things to look at and fondle. So I was a little excited when the family trip and IB did in fact coincided. Bad thing was I only had a week to figure out how to get a pass. Cut to driving across the Mojave desert, I hold out my hands and have nothing for me to show IB security guards. Nothing that is except last years pass.

If you are in the industry, don't get mad at me. I'm not one of those crashers who are only there to score deals on framesets or new handlebars by saying they are with Shop so-n-so. Not me, I would only be there to make contacts, business woman Jenny, that's me. A business woman who is also there to make sure you unload all your free magazines, stickers, and energy gels.

YOU GOT YOUR PASS BITCH?

That's what he said, well, it felt like it.

Let's cut to Friday morning, I have last years pass round my neck, which looks just like this year's pass. I tell myself it's cool, I can do this. I feel like I'm in frickin Oceans 11 pulling a heist, but I'm just trying to get into a bicycle trade show. I walk up to the main entrance, first mistake, I should of gone to the ones down the hallway. I follow two people walking bikes in, I hold my pass up but it falls down around my neck on accident. It must of fallen down backwards because the Samuel Jackson lookin security guard stopped me to look at it. I was almost clear until he looked at the date. " Um, this is from last year." "Ah shit really? must of brought the wrong one!" "ABORT, ABORT!" I was telling myself in my head. I felt like such a ass, what 30-something year old does stuff like this? I do.

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Well, that's my Interbike experience for this year, and you know what, I will never try and break into the sacred halls of Interbike again without proper access credentials. Besides, Samuel Jackson scared me straight. After the dramatics I met my hubby and sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder, not really, we just went over to the Wynn, where I played The Hangover movie slot machine for two and a half hours: I made 200 bucks, got to laugh, and forget about how I made myself feel/look like an ass. Here are some more good things that came out of my Vegas trip: