www.conferencebike.com

What can you say? It is what it is. Hate to be the tech that has to assemble and service it.

I was able to find a "review" which does not sound too favorable:

If someone ordered me, at gunpoint, to join coworkers on the Conference Bike, I would quickly pull out a larger gun and shoot myself in the balls, then my guts, then my chest, then finally my head, if I could manage it. Then I would cut my ghost into six parts and hound the other riders from beyond the grave, until they were all dead themselves. Then I would stick around, haunting their families until someone invented a time machine, at which point one or all of my ghosts would travel into the past to kill the inventor of the Conference Bike. I would murder him, undo it, murder him, undo it, and so on a dozen or so times, then finally head into the distant past, to the prehistoric savannah so I could kill the ape which would eventually evolve into the inventor. I would then travel forward again to kill the human ancestors of every person who ever rode the Conference Bike, including the families of the original set of coworkers who were there when I shot myself repeatedly.

-Sean Tejaratchi