Good evening wizards, warriors and sorcery fueled elves from across this great grey land..It is I Ronald James Padavona...but better known to you aging metal head bangers full of hate as the late Ronnie James Dio...
It was quite an honor to be summoned from the other side to make a special guest appearance on and speak my worthless opinion on what has become kinda of a quiet doppelganger of your traditional holy week. The weeks have been building with what has been felt as huge star filled imaginations of a great day that is a combination of steely eyed power counting warriors, brightly speckled wizards wearing costumes of there favorite cosplay characters, to just the average peasants and mothers of two out to vent some of there pent up frustration accumulated through the long winter of dealing with her over-inflated ego ingested spouses...yes its a beautiful time to be gazing at the stars sports....
This week i have come to speak about of sorts is the week of the now lucrative machine the underground rock-star has assembled to unite what has slowly shown to be the second coming of the future of Michigan cycling..Many have been tagged as the future of Michigan but none could be more on point as this...A way getting the enchanted ones through the dark days of old man winter..a motivation to slay bigger dragons...a ceremony of speed, style, laughter and showered in the amber glistening water that most all necromancers of the simplest form of transportation indulge in. The Barry Roubaix a glorious event indeed..this is it if you never witness a miracle than missing out Richards big golden machine you have not breathed the scent of fresh spring flowers in the valley of a grass roots world... To bring the together all of these colorful people on one day is site that any begrudging troll could twist up a grin too. Difficult to hate and easy to embrace for all levels of power..
With numbers decreasing from staple stages of war for the past few seasons all across your great land the term gravel road has been quietly incubating the passionate simple peasants to indulge in a way slightly unorthodox to the normal glory and goal seeker. My crystal ball has been dark and stone silent since that faithful day in May moons ago..but maybe with a little a incarnation it will give us glimpse of what is to be felt by the hearts of all the warriors that step forth to the line of battle..
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's Heaven and Hell
Horns
Ronnie
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