It is no Victoria's Secret that Misfit Psycles is pretty much prepared to oppose any-thing of any-sort so long as it happens to be organized in a manner that intends to impose itself in place of any more voluntary action. Optional good. Mandatory bad. I am no freedoms expert, but, I do believe that choice is an indicator of some. Sanctioning, affiliation and association with those more official governing bodies ...
If you happen to follow FacePsycles, you've probably and already seen a super-self-indulgent poster project that I intend to be forcing on this years BreckEpic. So, and this is just a biased insistance, register already. Furthermore. If I was to do a poster for TRANS-SYLVANIA as well, something undead and booby maybe, I could possibly afford to go there as well. Perhaps (any)SOMEONE ought suggest that to Mr Kuhn ...
Generally speaking it's just about that bad. That being relative to the other this. Fortunately, there are some things that can be made better through the use of power devices (those left unattended outside Corporate Psycles). Sadly, my participation in TRANS-SYLVANIA is more officially in full jeopardy. A kind of jeopardy that cannot be cut in two. Jeopardy that, in itself is so grande that it may actually impact the ...
The thing is, my Hokkien is terrible. Much worse than my Mandarin. This fact (language NOT feline filler) coupled with distance, compliance, quality control and general familiarity rank amongst the reasons why Misfit Psycles continues to use an import agent (not a bicycle agent) for ALL transactions transpiring 'overseas'. Tina (we believe this to be her real name as she told us it was) has been the voice of our ...
While the Trans-Sylvania Epic Edition of the diSSent ALC contest may have been decided, the contest spirit LIVES in each of you...it shall return...read on and BE PREPARED. MOST of the submissions are HERE. The originals were taken by Rachel, she is going to immortalize them in a scrapbook. MOST because the winning entry by Mike 'Evan' Festa is NOT. I deserve the new Misfit frame because I ...
Stage 7 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic went down almost exactly 27% better then we had planned. According to plan, we would steer clear of the looming fiasco in the GC. Despite being all professional, hair-less and supported to the gills it seems odd to me that these skeletal stinkers couldn't sort their shite out in the previous 6 days like everyone else. I suggest that you could presume it's because none of them ...
Just what did the 'other' side think of stage 5? Evidently not so much. Interview: FAIL. Stage 6 promised to be much the technical (similar in rocky respect to Stage 2 - my hate stage). Stage 6, they promised, would be fun. Stage 6 was painful. It was also fun. It was mostly entirely rideable. That mostly a result of king sized stubbornness...failure was not an option. Regrettably there was so much pain, so ...
Day 5 would be a gentleman's day. Gentlemen wouldn't race. As noted by those NOT included in the gratuitous podium shot, we rode, sometimes ran, we did not race. It was a day of neutral starts and neutral transitions, each and both leading towards short bursts of legged fury into funnel necked flaming pits of pointed rock-death. Ride fast, explode and pull aside. REPEAT. Flats on flats for many. Our own ...
Day 4. Single most hyped about day of all.
A day that lived up and drastically exceeded all expectations.
Imagine 32 miles of pump track.
Day three promised to be an EASY day. Day three promised to be a RECOVERY day. It was. Almostly. Centrally speaking the results were more or less the same. Without the drag of details I finally found a day that suited my limited strengths. RAIN. ROAD. CLIMBS. It is true. The hands continued to hinder but functioned adequately. Today I have doctors orders to duct tape everything. One day, ask ...
Day two, the longest day. The most technical day. The day that merely aspired to be a fair lesser fail than Day one. Day two took me to the deepest darkest shittiest cycling hole EVER. I kicked shit. I walked shit. I swore at anything with a pulse. I swore while kicking furiously as I walked all over anything with a fucking pulse. The first third of the course (15 miles ...
Stage One, Day One. Done. And the event, DONE WELL. Results are just that. In summation. Dicky may live to fight another day. LEFT: Dick RIGHT: Doug Excuses and betterment aside, I clipped one egg beater, flatted ungloriously, pumped retardedly, busted the second beater (even more better than the first) and ultimately failed immensely in any sort or form of recovery. These menial set-backs became massive blocks. I find myself ...
Departure time 10:30:00 EST Actual time at start of blogging 10:26:04 EST Probability of success? Irrelevant really. Revised Departure 11:07:00 EST. That said. Packing and preparations MUST be accelerated. ADVANTAGE #1 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic. NO AIR TRAVEL. With no More Stupid than Crummy Air Canada to contest with I have elected to impose a ONE OF EACH, TWO OF SOME attitude towards completion. If it fits, it travels. ADVANTAGE #2 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic. ...
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 ...