Bikes are pretty much the only thing that would bring me to Vegas.
Other than the two wheeled wonder, Vegas has little to offer me. I just am not to into
wading around in shit, and celebrating excess. ( unless it has to do with bikes...excess that is, not shit.)
I am going to go ahead and just state something here.
Four years ago Slingshot had dirty bikes in their booth.
I know because they were my responsibility to get them there.
This year I saw a few. I heard exclamations of genius.
Really?
Well in that case, the only cool as hell dirty bike was Salsa's. (not pictured)
Why?
A friend of mine designed and rode it along the continental divide.
Sorry, but that is badass and takes the cake.
Vegas.
A vacant waste of humanity.
A black hole where so many dreams come to die and wither.
That is if you are fortunate.
Whilst having drinks with Scott and Danielle I was witness to the life suck.
These coin operated devils would literally suck life from souls right in front of us.
I would have tried to stop it but I was enjoying a margarita.
Speaking to real live human beings about our real lives.
Who would have thought that alcohol could save?
Vegas is an abomination.
I have never ever found reason for its existence.
The fact that an inanimate object which brings so much joy to so many people all over the globe
binds us yearly to this place makes me wonder if all hope is not lost.
In no uncertain terms the bike is the antithesis of the hell of Vegas.
And yet, like the apple in the garden, it draws us yearly to the abyss.
Eff Vegas.
1 comment:
Well said. I thought I was the only person in the world who felt like this!
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