Let the games begin, or so I tell myself each time I’ve gone to Interbike. I try to prepare myself as much as possible as past history would predict an exhausting week of too much walking, talking, eating & probably……drinking. I knew I would work really hard and play hard. I had, within my arsenal of tools: my laptap, sales rep flyers, coaching brochures, business cards, to-do lists, cute outfits & boots to assure a ‘dressed for success’ appearance. I also had a list of twitter-folk that I was looking forward to meeting. I had already met several the day/night before & I remember thinking when I went to bed after the 7-11 party ‘This is only day ONE!’ I got up early, grabbed some classic-buffet-style-vegas-breaky grabbed some starbucks coffee (because that was the only coffee available on the strip walking toward the Sands convention center) and hit the floor of Interbike right as the doors opened.
Wowzerz……not only was their a multitude of eye-googling bike porn (see below for pics) but I also got to hang out with one of my best guy friends who came down from Southern Utah. I met more tweeps and cycling industry folk, and made sure I had lucrative conversations with all of my/our team’s current & potential sponsors. By the time ‘happy hour’ rolled around, I was definitely ready for it. Interbike is more than just eye-candy, networking, sponsorship securing & job scouting; it’s one.giant.party. It’s loud & fantastically obnoxious with live DJ’s, espresso machines & kegs of beer every afternoon starting at least 3:00. It’s a work hard, play hard bicyclist’s party. The first day was by far my most successful and by the time that night finished I was dreading day 3 & I had blisters on my feet from all the walking around.