Let’s just say Cross Vegas was a crazy, awesome, heartbreaking, shitshow of a night. Which, technically, is every Cross Vegas, but this one was on another level. I go in each year with certain expectations only to throw them out pretty much upon arrival. I got a lot of shots, but nearly none of riders are useable, while the best shots I did manage to get no one will ever see. Because reasons.
I went with the loose expectation of getting mini one question interviews with the pros and ended up with none. No one was hanging out when I rolled through the vans and tents (except voor Sven, but he clearly wasn’t interested). However, the rest of the internet was there so it was awesome to see and talk with everyone. Hell, I even managed to get some business done as well.
Photo Essay Detailing Nearly Everything About The First UCI World Cup Race In The USA, Except The Actual Race. Cross Vegas, You Cray
The chapter that involves this beautiful lady above has finally closed. I was debating as to whether or not to include a shot of her, but rather than focus on how badly things ended, I wanted everyone to see her as I knew her—especially the smile that made my heart sing. She was a incredibly huge force in my life and obviously the impetus behind much of what I’m doing right now.
They say you have two great loves in your life. There goes the first…