(this post has lots of swearing in it, be warned)
Yep, you read that right. Fuck cancer. In the face. Why should we be nice to it, or show it any candor whatsoever? Nay, we say, nay. Fuck you, cancer. You wish to fuck with us, then the reaction will be ten fold. You started this crap, and Kira is going to finish it. You’ve clearly picked the wrong adversary this year, pal.
Turns out our dear women’s team Captain Kira Crawford will indeed be undergoing chemotherapy starting in mid-July. As her cancer is both aggressive and on the high end of probability of reoccurence, doctors and patient concur it’s time to carpet bomb the little fucker to make sure it’s gone for good.
So, sickness is on the way. Pain, lethargy, lots of reading, and all the attendant crap cancer brings is at the fore for our squad. A little time off the bike, and a long, arduous battle or trench warfare looms. Hand to hand type shit. But we’re all in it together and we’ll all be with her every step of the way and we encourage you to join us.
We have limited edition “Fuck Cancer In The Face” chainstay stickers for you if you like. We’re asking $1 a piece to help defray some of the considerable cost of treatment. See an Ironclad rider at any race and say “I want to fuck cancer in the face” and we’ll hook you up. And to defer any further questioning, the cancer and the fight ahead are the reason you see us with pink bar tape or arm bands or tape. Solidarity. I would assume some shaved heads are soon to follow…and boy howdy, we’re ugly enough as it is, we don’t need to accent that with our misshapen noggins.
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So we’re cleaning our rifles and checking our equipment before we join in battle against this wicked foe. I assure you we’ll be victorious, but the road ahead is not an easy one. There will be some tough days ahead, and we’ll face them all together. As one.