Superfly Racing.
Superfly. The congenital southern (Ontario) trail builder, facilitator of the Tuesday ‘Fun’ Series (Albion Hills) and the upstart Wednesday Series (King Trails).

Figurehead and faceplant, Sean Ruppel, manages the Superceedings with an iron fist and limp wrist.

In addition to his duties as bench weight and eyelid inspector at Superfly, Sean forms an undisclosed percentage of the Ontario MTB organizational monster, CHICO RACING.

Likely the lower 50.

Through the digitally enhanced powers of smoke and mirrors Sean has developed connections and contacts that span the gamut of Canadian Cycling.

Sean, with his brother Adam, Wayne Gretzky and Geoff Kabush comprise the core of Canadian Cycling Royalty.

As one can only imagine, graciously brought to light for you in true Psycle Fashion, Sean lives a Veritable HollyPsycle lifestyle.

Flaccid work hours and extraneous opportunities to live life on two wheels are but two of the multuous advantages complicit with his positions.

High fulloting freebies, prize bin dibs, bro deals and only ever driving the latest in 4-wheeler sheik round out his personal utopia.
Thanks to cycling, thanks to more geeklier cyclists whom cycle, Sean has all but overcome his gruesome facial handicap.

During Chico events he nonces and flitters about, never busy, busy not being alone.  A real-life Gary Coleman, Sean is perpetually accompanied by some sadly-smitten girl folk (few of which are over 17, none of which are Eden – gasp).

Sean is truly living the high-life.
But based on the content you’re about to see…
Sean is afraid of heights.

Life on the edge of mediocrity, surrounded by bright and rising stars, staring blandly down the barrel of obscured local infamy…all the while out-shadowed by your smaller brothers success…isn’t always buttercups and judo chops.

Hob knobbing with cycle celebs, pros and industry magnates is not for the faint of will.
This much I know.
The weak of mind can (and will) be violently sucked under by the receding tide of off-season depravity that runs nearly wilde, sometimes.

All under the watchful eye of the Canadian Cycling Association (CCA).

The tragedy doesn’t end when the cause is lost.

This is where the fairy tale ends and the transgender, crossed dressing behavior begins.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

THE PHOTOS THE CCA DOESN’T WANT YOU TO SEE:

Not content with debasing what remains of his dignity, Sean latches on to others…national heroines.

Early reports indicate that Emily’s marketability may have declined a stunning 2.3% following this interaction.

A possible 5.4% since the ghastly images were published on LIESNSHITE.

Both numbers are likely a full 6% off the career high establish at the Peter Keiller Appreciation Ride* apres party.

*Emily. The offer of a Psycle demo and genuine cotton-blend t-shirt still stands.

Sensing an inability to turn Emily, Sean moves forth to more pliable pigeons.

These impressionable youths, once infected, will emulate their master.
And the sickly cycle continues.

Unchecked, and undressed by the CCA it WILL ride rampant through the cycling ranks.

Remember kids, no may not mean know but resistance is ALWAYS friction.

Run other Batty, RUN!

In further, evidently good news, Sean has RSVP’ed with an ‘x‘ to DelStalk.

LEGAL DISCLAIMER:
Of course this, combined with the Empire’s past weekend devoid of invitation to the previously exposed function, held absolutely NO BEARING or imbalance on the impartiality of the report as forthlaid.

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