Sitting here still reeling from an intense Interbike exhaustion hangover not long after I picked my face off my desk after falling asleep post work due to getting only 4 hours of slumber, I’m struggling to find a direction to pursue in order to produce content. However, as I pour over a relatively large amount of images—some fantastic, most absolutely horrid (learning to shoot with a flash, iPhone shots at night and in fluorescent convention land), one thing keeps rising to the top—my overall Interbike experience and my experience as it related to everyone I finally got to meet that I knew from Twitter.
This wasn’t my first Interbike, but it was my first since 2003 and it certainly was my first as WORKING MEDIA. However, it became immediately apparent I was in over my head when it came to covering the show in its entirety. There. Is. Too. Much.
So, I sprayed and prayed and focused on the main reason voor being there: the meets and greets. This site needs to get to the next level and that involves involvement from the industry. Even in the digital social media age, the face to face meeting is still king and the only way to really get anything done. Without patting myself on my back too much, it was sweet validation hearing from so many that they knew of me, or enjoyed my site and the work I’m doing. I’m definitely on the right track.
Ironically discussing the Kuku Penthouse in the Mandalay penthouse.
I may be in the minority, but I can’t get enough of Interbike and I love that it’s in Vegas. I’m physically and mentally broken and I couldn’t do any more than 4 days I was there but virtually everyone is there and so much oppurtunity to connect and network was there in the open that I wanted to continue.
Guess this is as good a place to start as any.
As for the Vegas side of it, I go there expecting everything to be nuts. While I can’t #ballsohard like I used to, I still thoroughly enjoy the excesses Vegas allows us to relish in.
Over the bridge from Hogwarts to New York more time than I can remember.
There were so many I met that I know I’ll forget a bunch of them. Then there where those I recognized, but didn’t get a chance to say hello. And those who I recognized, but due to extreme fatigue, overwhelmed senses, I couldn’t recall their names. I wish I got more shots but I simply couldn’t bring myself to snap a pic of everyone I met, because creepy and annoying. Yet every encounter was delightful.
Here are just a few of those I did take a moment to capture.
@BikesAndBruises was pulling nonstop shots at the H2 booth.
THIS. Unicorn Tears shots with @HBStache crew!
HAIR BATTLE! FIGHT! Then I took a pregnancy test.