Interbike is usually a pretty good time, this year was pretty decent for the most part. I’ve had better years but hell, this one went by real fast, so I can’t complain. This year was no different than any of the past years, traveling around booths, checkin new product, meetin with friends and talkin shit on how much Vegas sucks was what went down the majority of the time. Rotting and regreting in Vegas was the name of the game… Anyways, I got to see some familiar faces out there and came across some homies I don’t see all too often as well. I encountered some DELUXE MULLETS and found bottled skull liquor for an easy pay price of 69 dollars. I think Braden may have drank too many free Interbike beers or found that skull liquor before I did, he was so fuckin dead by 6 PM that day.







I got to talk to my superiors a bit, chatted with John Lee a good amount about the new Take frames and finally met Mike Erb! Crandall was floating around the Last Call booth too, shootin high 5’s left and right, making sure everyone felt welcome. I only get to see those dudes once a year, so I was stoked to see em’ all!



I then realized it was about time to get back to the homeland, so I scooped myself up a bagged hot pickle in Baker for the drive home. I nursed that there pickle all the way back to my place and could only think of my Take brothers Spam and Denny… NO H. They were all over those bagged pickles during the drive back home to San Diego on The Take Trip… I was definitely relieved to be home from shithole Vegas, so I got to shaving my stache I had been cultivating for Vegas… I can haz cheezeburger?