Vegas and the death of my soul

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.

The end....

That's it the end.

I have officially retired from living in yellow hotel rooms,

doing coin operated laundry,

living in a chevy,

and most importantly...

I have retired from having an iChat only relationship with my wife.

I am not going to come off like it was all bad.

I had a good job. I was able to ride singletrack all over this country.

I met some super cool people.

I also was able to have midget join me for a few bucklist trips.

One of the trips involved the greatest place on earth.

Colorado.

I have often dreamed about moving there. I love it.

It has great riding, uncanny views, and much to do and or see.

I like the front range and the western slop and everything in the middle.

It just suits me and the midget agrees with it as well.

I am desperately seeking work there. Opportunity is around, it just needs to land.

Our trip seemed to coincide with the spring thaw in the upper elevation.

This was awesome and quickly turned out trip into the " waterfall tour".

We set out to Pagosa Hot Springs for a surprise lifestyles of the rich and famous weekend.

It was rad just sitting in the Springs over looking the San Juan river in all its deathly beauty.

The runoff was ripping and we literally watched the banks swell and envelope the lower portions of the resort.

After a tooooo long time apart she came back out and saw me again. We drove.

A lot.

We left Salt Lake City and drove to Portland.

And then we drove some more.

To the great Redwoods.

It was surreal.

I am going to just finish this up with stellar scenery.

Enjoy.

I have no idea the future direction of this blog. Hell I am not sure people even

know its out there.

Perhaps I will get into food again and do that.