I am not sure if I hate Vegas, love Vegas, or maybe both. When I showed up here on Tuesday, I was all peppy and full of energy. The constant stimulation from lights, people, and slot machine noises were somehow very satisfying. For about an hour.
If you have heard anything about Interbike, you have probably heard about the Sinclair party. I’ve been looking forward to this one since I was a cat 12, but unfortunately it was a let down. They did have pole dancers at the party, but it just wasn’t enough to get me to spend my evening crammed into a bar like a sardine with a bunch of sweaty guys. So I went and got hamburgers with some cool dudes and girls in the middle of the night. Me and my roomie Rosy who works for Ritchey were out causing trouble in Vegas. She is a hottie bringing new marketing tactics to the the Ritchey line!
Oh gosh, am I the luckiest girl at Interbike? With Karl and Kirk on each side, I think so. How did these two get so cute? It must be something they put in their team waterbottles.
And then it was all over. This is the morning-after Interbike walk of shame. So sad.
The end. The season is over and it is so sad as well! I am not racing cross but I just feel like I could keep racing road. But I guess its time for a lazy month off the bike and then I am going to put the hammer down and get some training done. Get her done.