Question: What would you get if bike-lovers and Las Vegas got-it-on and produced a love-child?

Answer: Interbike.

(I would have also accepted "shame" and "Mickey Rourke")

Millions upon millions (exaggeration) of cyclery professionals descended upon Las Vegas today for the opening of the 2011 Interbike trade show.  The smell of spandex and rubber hung thick in the air as exhibitors peddled (pun) their wares.  Only at Interbike (and Vegas) can a person wear spandex and be surrounded by rubber and not be thought of as one of those guys that yells at cars in the intersection like that one summer when I was 7.

Even though he is five thousand miles away, the talk of today was Danny MacAskill.  (This guy makes waves even a hemisphere away.  The force is strong with this MacAskill.)  People clamored for a glimpse of his new signature bike shoe and became agitated when the shoe wouldn't sign an autograph or take a picture with my hot wife. (Only in Vegas)

The Five Ten booth also hosted two of our top riders for some sweet-autograph-goodness with Greg Minnaar and Greg Watts.  Having two Gregs in the booth at one time was a lot like being at the nexus of the universe; a vortex of bad-ass-bike-talent, if you will.  If you're not strong enough, you would be sucked in.  Which isn't really a bad thing.

Bottom line: come by our booth and we'll give you a free high-five and if you're lucky, another high-five.