Street Sprints! Criterium! Good Times! Cash! Prizes! Boobies!

Ok, there’s no boobs, but we figure that would get you to read this.

Registration is open and it’s humming. You’d best get involved now if you want the savings ahead of time. How do you do it? Simple. Click right here.

Now, these street sprints, they’re a curious thing. You go in a straight line, for a short distance, against 3 competitors, as fast as you can. If you’re 1st or 2nd, you’re assigned a new bracket in the 2nd wave of heats. If you’re 3rd or 4th, you’re done. But look at the price, it ain’t too much. And the prizes between the sprints and the crit? Home cooked meals by a chef? Cases of Dr. Will Bars? Rapha? Chris King? All Hail the Black Market? Yakima? Little Package? Handful bras? Ironclad gloves and apparel? CASH MONEY B? Oh yes, and much, much more!

And while for a brief moment we thought we had the original Portland Street Sprints – it turns out that’s not true at all. It took the estimable Mike Murray (who at the time was waiting for bypass surgery – not kidding) to write us and tell us of our error. In fact he even sent evidence. We’re guessing by the rad porn mustache this was some time in the early 80′s, though our carbon dating system (read: sprinkling Hamm’s on it) has failed us.

Here’s your evidence. If this doesn’t make you want to Be Like Mike, we don’t know what would.

no kidding, no joke, no shit. That’s Mike Murray. Dig that style….just dig on it.