Technically it didn't happen in Vegas so I don't feel bound by any rules regarding this post. I went to Vegas for Molly/Steph's bachelorette parties (no, they are not marrying each other) but wasn't sure that I wanted to take 4 days off from riding. And like Iceland I have heard that Vegas has untapped trails which was my main motivation to go. I was really hoping to go mountain biking, because of what I had read but found out the shop I wanted to rent had their mountain bike rentals about 20 miles outside of town and was informed that was $100 cab ride. I couldn't really justify that, as cool as I thought it would be to mountain bike there so settled on the $40 dollar cab ride and a road bike.
I took a cab and the driver asked where I was going so I gave him the address and told him it was a bike shop. He looked at me oddly and then professed, "Really, you ride bikes? But you look like such a girly-girl." I thought it was kind of a weird statement but my hair was still curled from the night before and I had put make up on (as I do every time I ride now in case I get hit and those hot firemen show up again). We started chatting, and about 10 minutes into the conversation I realized that he had been talking about motorcycles when I had been talking about real bikes. Needless to say I had him drop me off a few blocks from the shop so I could remain a badass in his mind.
At the shop I started chatting with the guys as they set up my bike and I mentioned that I was hoping to mountain bike but didn't think I could get to the outpost. Well the rental was $43 and I joked that was a little more than the cab fare it took me to get there. They asked if I was staying on the strip and I told them that I was and was in town for a bachelorette party, they were impressed I was renting a bike while in town for that. I mentioned that I didn't really feel like I could take time off because I was training for Leadville (bingo!). Then they got really excited and asked what bike I was racing on and told me some great road ride options that conveniently would take me by the outpost, and I could always stop in and do a little flirting with the guy there and he would probably set me up with a mountain bike no problem and no charge. (Except it is a problem because I don't know how to flirt without tequila and even then it's not pretty). I asked what time they closed and he replied, "Six, and if you're not back by then we call the cops." "Oh! My mother would love you." I responded, and he just laughed.
|Definitely not the Strip!|
|Can't find this in your car.|
|Oh, and I got this gem. Blisters included, well at least that's all I came home from Vegas with!|
Going along with other firsts like not drinking in Vegas, I have had my first ER trip of the year and my first ride on my new bike. Don't worry they were isolated events! The ER trip was for an ear infection but it was at 4 in the morning and I had left my car at the shop so I could ride in the next day, so I thought about calling a cab but didn't want to spend money so ended up riding my bike (nothing like training late at night, who knows how long I'll be on Leadville!). I told my dad that I rode my bike because I didn't want to pay for a cab, and he said, "You realize you went to the ER, right?" I was like, yah, but I didn't have any cash on me. I think my parents are counting down the years to when I'm on my own health insurance.
|Definitely need this!!|
|Better my body than my bike, right Mom?|