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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Sensory Overload

As sort of a science experiment I ventured through the doors of "Velo Swap," Denver's very own biker squawk fest, to document the madness from more of a spectator position. My intentions were not to pick up any new gear, but merely to observe the entire scene and how it goes down. It can be quite dangerous, watching a bunch of bike geeks with a pocket full of cash run through an auditorium, trying to get their hands on anything and everything (and then trying to explain to their wives why they bought a bunch of used chamois).

I am not dissing the "gear", when it boils down to it, I love to have sweet stuff just as much as the next guy. But nothing makes me more stoked than seeing someone who uses their gear and then some. Guys like Mike West, who use their gear because it is merely a tool to create an adventure (Mike's stuff is always so clapped out I don't know how it even works half the time).

This is an actual lung of a smoker that was on display! Now put that in your pipe and smoke it. And speaking of getting smoked.... check this poor guy out.


Blogger Stephen D. Zepeda said...

you see that's why I NEVER raise my hands when I finish in first place! (oh wait, I never finish first...) haha :)

5:22 PM  

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