Randomess

Triple Trail Challenge:
  They need to re brand this event 'the booze cruise'. Maybe it'd attract the Detroit tour society people.
 Conditions were good but for some reason people kept saying it was cold. Didn't seem to turn any of the real women off. They were all wearing some delicious shorts. Where the hell are all these ladies when the starting gun goes off? Probably having fun. We should be honest though, this even isn't challenge except to be first to the beer line. Those five kegs went faster than DK goes off the front of a masters race. Five kegs, that's what you brought?! Do you know who you're serving? We're thirsty mother fuckers, that's who. Burn the chili all you want but don't fuck with the buzz. DNR should smell me coming. Why the hell else would I get that stupid sticker?

 Columbus CX:
 Rumble in the quaint jungle Alright. Credit where credit is due. It wasn't bad half bad...The other half? Horse shit. Dried horse shit as far as the eye could see. Drop your bottle in the field? Eh, I'll get another. If this is tailwind finally catching it's stride maybe they've got a shot. The magical RV was replaced by a ghetto NASCAR bus. Glad to see they figured out what MPG stood for. More mean mugging in the parking lot than usual. That's cool. Your girlfriend is what I'm looking at, not your busted ass rig. Speaking of rigs, where's the wolverine death star trailer? They slummed it. Others dragged trailers with cars and families. That's not all that went down though. Races were attended by all the SE boys. All the heavy hitters rolled. No west coast bandits except the farmer's crew of one rolling elite. New kits, new rigs, new rumors, new rumblings, and some sweet fucking bathrooms. Results? Well look at them for yourself. A lot of weird shit but nothing that some colder weather won't sort out:
  http://www.tailwind-racing.com/results/2012-CX-Results/Columbus-Park-Results-2012-R1.pdf


Well boys and girls another fucking weekend in the paper bag.  Now pass the spray paint.  It's time to get raw and play with the big boys at the USGP...or maybe you'll keep it local and hit up the swamp thingy something something in East Lansing's only bum maintained golf course.

 Who the fuck cares what you do.
 Just bring the eye candy god dammit.  I'm getting bored of your stupid biking talk.