You should never drink, do nitrous, and gamble with Hungarian businessmen. Or, maybe you should.
After a night of heavy potato vodka drinking and some poorly played cards, The Ironclad Performance Wear cycling team is officially sold (lost) to their new Hungarian Overlords. I sold all the people and the equipment for a small amount of cash, a big truck, and two chattering Hungarian hotties. I was lucky to escape with my life. I am sorry to the families of the former Ironclad riders, I have no idea where you can find your sons and daughters now. Circuses are a good place to start. Opium dens after that.
But you can find me southbound on I-5, on my way to Tijuana in this vehicle, with these chicks. Trina and Nadia.
Bye OBRA, that was a fun five years!