Land of a Thousand Elvi

This was the year I wasn't supposed to go to Vegas. So I am not really here. Which is nice. Except I'm here.

And if that doesn't make sense to you, well, welcome to Vegas. Where nothing makes sense to me.

Like the fountains at Bellagio. So, here's a place thats gone waaaaay out if its way to recreate a cultured refined Italian scene. With marble and columns and fine art. And with a large dancing fountain display thingie that goes off every hour or something. And what soundtrack plays to the dancing fountains with the lovely Italian background? "I'm proud to be an American" . Its especially moving when the fountains go real high on "and I'll proudly stand up" and the fountains go up. Genius.

And you know what else doesn't make sense? The bridge recreations at The Venetian. Again, the hotel has gone waaaaaay out of its way to recreate the walkway bridges at Venice, including the lovely Rialto bridge. Except in Vegas, the Rialto bridge has a moving escalatorish walkway on it. Because you can't actually walk on the walkway can you? That would be hard.

Okay, so I'm not a fan of Vegas. But I am a fan of bike stuff. I can geek out with the best of them.

I have to actually work tomorrow, so I don't know how much picture grabbing and bike snooping I can do. But I will try to fit in some.

The bella crew comes in tomorrow night, after late night baking and glamoring sessions...expect the real hijinks to happen on Thursday.

Stay tuned....