This is gonna be our special post-Interbike “click image to make it bigger” post. Truth be told, there’s not much in the way of useful information in here about Interbike at all, but that’s what the rest of the internet is for. First, though, we have to remind everyone about the Mega-Demo we’re hosting at Wilder Ranch next weekend. Yes, that next weekend, as in October 3rd, 2009. Heck, we’ve even got a nice yellow flyer that you can print out and slap on all your friends’ windscreens like a true, keepin’ it real, ground-zero, viral marketeer. Who the hell needs twitter when you fly under the radar?:

No, it's not a micro-flyer for use under very small car windscreens. Click to biggify.

Okay, Interbike. Now, with 24 hours of distance between the air conditioned angst of that place, it feels almost like it was a good show. For starters, the 80 bikes we took out to the desert were popular enough that we had the whole dang fleet out most of the time. And the Tallboy was the belle of the ball, star of the show, wind in the desert, all that jazz and more. She had herself a pretty successful debut, depending who you listen to.

All in all, the whole range of bikes went over really well, even when douchebags like this guy tried to ruin it or everybody. Some people shouldn’t be allowed to drink beer in the hot sun…

We’ll get some pictures of the mayhem up once we edit through them and take out all the ones where someone’s mooning the camera or flipping us the bird. In the meantime, I leave you with this, the most telling reason why I have such a hard time with the place:

One morning you are here, and everything is silent and wonderful and the world is a peaceful beautiful place.

A day later, you are here, and this three or so storey tall wall of metal is what pipes out the air you will be breathing for the next few days. Notice the sweet greenish fluorescent glow that goes along with it? Awesome...

This was supposed to be another chock full photo essay about loading the slave ship and making up rorschach interpretations in the sweat patterns that form on Jon Forsberg’s t-shirt as he wrestles 80 bikes into the back of a Penske rental truck. But the camera battery died right when I started uploading the pictures, so there are only three of the damn things.

Here, the one and only Hightower mugs his 6'6" hipsterific magical self as a scale reference for an XXL Tallboy, almost managing some sense of proportion in the process. Yep, that's an almost 26" long top tube there, son...

And here, fresh off the press just barely in time to get loaded into the big yellow truck, is one of the very limited edition ohhhh so soft American Apparel Oh-face cotton tee shirts with some kind of rainbow on it...

Matching stickers too...

Then the camera battery died.

Ahh well. We’ll get the rest of the pics up tonight, as well as hopefully some words about an October 3rd mega-demo that we’ll be holding with almost all those 80 bikes, right here in our own backyard, at Wilder Ranch. Stay tuned for details on that one. Ahhh, Wilder. May not exactly be the best place to bottom out a V-10, but it sure as hell beats the tar out of the flourescent lit hell contained in the Sands Expo Center and environs.

october 3rd, remember?