With final preparations still (partially) undone. With recipricol shitetalk limited to something more akin to a verbal bidet. I thought it fitting to offer a third world justi-verible-view of what it is EXACTLY that I will done rain unto the good participants of TRANS-SYLVANIA. DEATH TO VICTORS! So. Why don't you just take that bitches.
Not the first time. Despite mine best regrets, declarations and subsequent assertions, it won't be the last time. A menial wee task, a thing or four have mutated and exploded into utter entirety. Simple little revisions and alterations have become a full frontal, blood letting, panic inducing fiasco of shitopolis. What is THAT? THAT is unadulterated laziness dry humping the left leg of excess. Vanity and lethargy carefully disguised as ...
Aside from a few details of the here and there (of whom I shall indubitably discuss incessantly) I am all but ready to proceed directly to start for the inaugural Trans-Sylvania. Last evenings braced experiment did NOT go terribly wrong. That is not counting the transition from rigid fork to sussy suspension. That is not counting the unfitability of an 80mm stable fork. That is not counting the subsequent swap ...
Despite mine recent tragedy, despite a condensed (Thad'esque) tear of terrible things, I eagerly await the start of Trans-Sylvania. Bruising and facial contusions have essentially and predictably stayed the course. Back and shoulder tweeks have all but past. Motion has generally increased. Particularly in the primarily afflicted area. The Wrist. Pain is greatly lessened BUT swelling is way the more. The fist is once again capable of great crushing and ...
The 24hrs: Life$tyle$ race was to be a sensible tuner one week prior to TRANS-SYLVANIA. Something simple, safe. An opportunity to ride plenty, test some metals and enjoy. Four brilliant laps later all was going according to plan. Perfection, maybe less. A quick snack'n'nap later, out for four more. As I departed the cabin, I heard a voice. A voice that I completely mis-understood. After the lap five explosion ...
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It is official. After much adieu and extenuating doubt, Misfit Psycles has signed the dotted line of entry to the inaugural Trans-Sylvania Epic. While Mike assured me my name would be emblazoned on the registration page, it is not, but will be...don't let this omission alter your intent. Today is #1's 8th birthday. I feel like garbage. He will NEVER forget this, daddy is away... Lying in the streets ...