Did You Get The License Plate of That Holiday?

The days after X-Mess are like the aftermath of getting hit by a truck, or having had a holiday bomb go off nearby. There’s a haze ringing inbetween the ears, a slow settling of the guts, bits of garbage strewn about, and a magical extra half inch sits on the waistline. Nice.

Here at Ironclad HQ, we’ve been busy preparing our all-out assault on 2009 by holding special training camps around the glove….er, globe.

Sure, some of us are still in the Northwest doing our thing with our bikes, even  if said thing means riding inside because you live at elevation. I wonder what local shops have seen as far as uptick in trainer sales….I bet it’s good. Rollers, too. I digress…..we’ve sent agents to far off lands to set the charges for next year. For instance, we sent good ol’ Brian Gerow to Belgium, where he’ll be watching some top notch cross race. We’ll, he’ll be near one, I’m sure he’ll be too plastered to watch one. Who cares anymore, anyway? Cross was so November….keep your mud. Anyhow, Brian is there in the motherland of Cross and close to Holland, which is a way cooler country anyhow, so hopefully he’ll get a chance to see some good Euro shit.

We’ve also dispatched Sanders and Clark to none other than Patagonia.  As in the LAND, not the clothier. You can check up with their shenanigans by clicking here.

The rest of us are weaseling about the ol’ town, seeing old friends and the like. Oh yes, and Spanish Coffee is IN, in case you didn’t get the memo.

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Looks like the thaw is in full effect….got your fenders ready? We leave you with a familiar sentiment from Sanders, deep in the Patagonian bush.

Later!