Pedal Strike

My addiction to CSI is only rivaled by my obsession with Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. I care deeply about the CSI team, even if Grissom drives me insane. I don’t consider them real people like the SVU team, but it’s getting there.

So I’ve been watching CSI while on the rollers, spinning pedals while the camera will circle around the Vegas skyline. The flashing lights and glow of the infamous strip, the scenes shot within casinos. It’s the farthest thing from anything cycling related.

Or, so I thought.

This past summer, with the days getting noticeably shorter, my friends started to murmur and buzz about Interbike, the largest North American bicycle trade show. And what a coincidence; every year, this massive convention takes place in, of all places, Las Vegas.

As courier friends head off to Tokyo for CMWC, it seemed as if other bike friends were heading off to Interbike, and I’ll be left to live vicariously through both groups of friends through tweets, blogs, and flickr accounts. But apparently I have a few good friends of my own, because one day I woke up, rubbed my eyes, and found a ticket to Vegas [and Interbike] in my inbox.

Panic actually ensued soon after. I insisted I couldn’t go. Then when the whole thing started to dawn on me a few days ago, just looking at my bikes had me throwing open my closet and scouring the hangers for what I could possibly wear. And for someone who is extremely comfortable with high levels of frumpiness on my person, that is saying a lot.

I’m giddily nervous. Even if tons of friends will be there. Just thinking about it makes me fidget.

So at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow, I’m boarding a plane for Las Vegas. I don’t expect to be able to blog within the whirlwind of Interbike, but I’ll try to keep tweeting, and I’ll definitely be reporting post-Vegas.

Even if, as they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

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