So I work tradeshows - not the shows themselves, but the set-up and dismantling of the exhibits.
Most of the exhibiting companies have a few give-aways like pens and hats, some have cool stuff like
juggling sets (from a mortgage company...go figure) or high-end personal electronics. Sometimes, we
see companies raffling off Harleys, laptops, vacations, etc. Today, however, as I waited for 4:00 so
I could rip the graphics off the backwall of my booth, I watched a guy walk out of another booth
with a freaking Moots hardtail.
Now mind you, this wasn't just any guy. This was your balding, stubby, middle-aged,
pay-someone-else-to-cut-my-grass-that's-too-much-like-exercise kind of guy. I'm thinking, "he has no
idea what he's got, and there is no way he's gonna want to fly back to DesMoines or wherever with
that bike." I smelled an opening.
I circled around the aisle, and approached the guy. "Wow man, cool bike, did you just win that?" I
layed the smalltown kid dopiness on thick. "Um, yeah, I did...." was his best reply. "I was checking
it out earlier at that booth, I really like bikes. Did you want to keep it, or would you maybe get
rid of it?" "I don't know, do you know if it's worth anything?" Oh man, this is gonna be sweet, I'm
thinking. "Well, I know it's new, and all the parts are Shimano, and I hear they're pretty good, and
I was shoping for a bike. I could give you, like, $200." I didn't get a good look at the bike, I was
trying not to drool in front of him, but $200 for the damn frame would have been a ridiculous deal.
"Wow, $200. I didn't know the bike was that nice. Maybe I'll just give it to my daughter." HE DIDN'T
KNOW IT WAS THAT NICE. It said "Moots" on the downtube, "Sid" on the fork, and some unappreciative
girl in the middle of nowhere is gonna try to ride a 19" race hardtail that she and her father
consider a glorified Huffy...because he didn't know the bike was any good. He walked away, and took
the bike out of my life forever, confused that someone would try to buy a bike from him.
I thought he could have been messing with me, but he was genuinely perplexed the whole time. Maybe
if I'd have said $100, he'd have thought that was fair, and I'd have a badass bike. One thing I do
know: if I were working in Vegas or Atlantic City that ride'd be mine. It's amazing how many guys
lose plain tickets, college funds, mortgages, whatever to the blackjack tables.
Anyway, I feel kind of sick that I came that close to that bike. Also, I feel kind of sick that feel
kind of sick about not conning a guy out of a bike - but he wouldn't have appreciated it anyway.
Chris