Entire Population of Earth Descends On PIR

Jumping Christ, (wow, good band name, if I do say so myself) there were a lot of fancy pants’ed mofos out at the race track last night. By noon, Idaho and Wyoming and Illinois had deposited all of their residents at PIR, and by the end of the day, the rest of the earth’s inhabitants had all followed suit.

The Cat 3/4 field had 17,000 people in it. It was insane! Apparently the razor’s edge corner on the backside still has the bad handlers amongst us flummoxed and there were a few cyclocross impressions once again through the night.

Ironclad brought a good number of lads and lasses out to contest the matter, and we slotted yet another top 5 finish with Harwood in the 3/4. He was assisted by basically the whole team, as well as the populace of Guam and Puerto Rico. Afterward there were many a taco cart in the bleachers along with our shitty beer. We also managed to release a new strain of typhoid on the world with all the mixed populations out there. Sorry about that. It was also the first time on recored that Mr. and Mrs. Crawford raced together in the same field. Our plan is to keep putting hot chicks (and Gerow) in the race as a form of distraction to our foes. We also plan on leaving strategically placed cold beers around the course so to perhaps dissuade others from continuing to fight. Pretty soon we’ll have toys and jungle gyms and cigarette machines about as well, and we’ll be the only team riding. You wait, you’ll see. You’ll all see.

In the 4/5 we had the “Vetters” again (Johannes and Mark K) with Ryan sitting in showing an informative educational video to the group, and selling hot dogs at the back of the pack. Lana provided the rest of the group with instructions of what to do in case of a water landing. Remember – sometimes the exit nearest you may be behind you.

Bike racers need all beef franks. Plain and simple.  And they need BACON.

Dave took a pass on the night and went to have his face melted off at the Mastodon concert at the Hawthorne Theater.

There are some pictures coming later. We had them, but the delegates from Kamchatka took them with by accident, so we are awaiting their transmission. Er,….wait….the Telex is buzzing. “STOP. Here’s some girls. STOP”

Later, ‘tater.