We saw some cool stuff yesterday at the show but we’re going to report on that when we return and focus on the evening’s activities.

Things started to cook at about 5pm at the Bike magazine booth. At one point I looked around and discovered I was in a sea of Canadians – most from BC. Free beer attracts us like Richie Schley attracts blondes (more on that later). In the melee I learned that, while filming with Radical films, Darren Berrecloth expanded his skill-set. Norco asked for the bike he had been riding back so Darren, on a borrowed Santa Cruz Bullit popped his big drop cherry. Before this he had never dropped anything bigger than 10 feet but he managed to nail a 35 footer following Tyler “Super T” Klassen. The boy has some skills.

After a couple of pints we were off for some dinner with the Titec lads and things began to get a little loose. Mickey, who supposedly owns Truvativ, was introducing himself as John Holmes and drinking from my beer glass. Soon enough we realized we were already late for the NWD premiere so we booked. Never jump in a rental mini van with an ex-bmx pro – I was truly amazed we kept the rubber down. We missed the first few minutes of the movie but we seemed to get all the juice. Epic riding like you’ve never seen; the Hamster wheel is unreal.

After the film we were treated to a 80's metal cover band. I was embarrassed for them.

As the band began to wind down things began to unravel. Despite the $9 us price tag ($13.50 cdn) Redbull vodkas were going down all around us. Brett Tippie was being escorted out by 2 bouncers, but not the same bouncers he took out a few minutes earlier. His characteristic grin was unaffected by his predicament. A few minutes later we were standing in front of the bar trying to decide whether to go back in or continue the silliness elsewhere, when we noticed a partially full Hummer Limousine pulling away. We hijacked it and hopped in. Inside we found our buddy and team rider Katrina Strand along with Tippie, Johnny Rockall from Rocky, Richie Schley, Randy Spangler and about 12 other folks we didn’t know. It was a true Vegas moment complete with mirrored ceilings.

Somehow, the Hummer left us in the middle of nowhere, so after some herbal refueling we were off in search of another ride. We jumped into a more garden variety limo that we discovered was running and driverless. Tippie was all set to jack the car when the driver finally arrived and began chastising us in a slow drawl. We jumped out of his car and into the one behind it and finally made it to the Hard Rock.

Things from that point are somewhat less than crystal clear. I do remember Richie leaving, sandwiched between the Marzocchi girls and bound for their room at the Venetian. No word on how that turned out. Spangler and Tippie had to escape an overzealous cop in front of the HardRock who somehow got the idea they were violating some obscure statute.

I think we may have managed to reach our hotel rooms by 3 or so. Today can only be described as torturous. Back at it tomorrow.

Cam McRae