Some of us are spending the weekend healing after a particularly vicious Wolfpack ride. Some of us are watching some quality TV from the Great White North. Here’s the best 21 seconds of your life, besides that little backseat incident back in high school.
A compatriot from PEZ is actually chasing down Dave Zabriskie right now, no joke. Give ‘em hell, Jered!
And a bunch of us are deep in preparations for the upcoming Rapha Gentlemen’s Ride. We’re putting up A teams on both sides of the gender fence, and, taking a queue from Mr 60% himself, we’ve incorporated some bizarre adventure training complete with scorpions in your britches, rope climbing, and varying degrees of elemental exposure. Behold:
last one to the crane has to catch, kill, and prepare the trout…
Now, we don’t have any illusions of winning this thing, but we won’t be last by a damn stretch. And all those not attending the Rapha action will be stapling their own sacks to their foreheads tackling the mighty run up at Pain on the Peak. Awwww yeah!
And some of us are doing lazy rides before the last old-timer’s PIR tomorrow night. Road season ends tomorrow!