I gotta tell ya...it takes alot to put a cap on the almost crowing of another redundantly boring Friday 15..
It almost went off Ts radar..but if hadn't been for chance meeting of 30 somethin female friend after she put her kids to bed T woulda never looked back until it was time..or not
In a short time over a few drinks at that dimly lit kitchen table we swapped stories..ya know normal stuff passionate people talk about..life, jobs, four ways and what not and then the inevitable arose......Ol Barry Roubaix...big Ricks golden green machine,,T kept his angst at bay..spoke positive about and smiled alot...sipped his hoppy beverage..but it was this 30 something mid to upper pack female that lead T down this dark path of a unplanned rant...cuz she is who she is..and not wanting to be tied to anything as silly and foul smelling as this site......T said no worries...T will be the voice of this target...ill take the poop flinging and utter blue vein throbbing anger erection its going to raise...,
T being on the nice side wanted to tone it down a bit..but gawd dam ya gotta love some gals as they dont care...she said T you cant write it if you cant relate my emotion..come on its ok..Rick you really dont give a whole hellva alot about the racers...the swag bag was thinner than super model on her diet of aspirin cocaine and vodka... seriously..take this complementary bottles, gels and put em in a aid station..cheap paper pill size dixxie cups at speed just doesn't quench the thirst of parched racers,,Founders..its draft beer..man everyone registered should get the free pass on suds..she said....no free grub..come on what in the hell? with the grip your pulling from all corners at best it coulda been burgers and weenies...OK so i aint banging bars with Simonster and the Bunny she says....but for crying out loud...how many people must i weave around to get the end of the biggest gravel road race in the world...............and when i do..and i accomplish my goal getting up on the star field stage surrounded by the thousand beaming drunk fun loving passionate assholes gullible enough to buy into this..like myself...im awarded with a cheap piece of flimsy white metal with a generic barry sticker..gawd dam i dunno whats worse she said....this or the ones that are made of extra pieces of sub floor Rick had laying around after he built that big ass pad in the woods with all the grip he made last year..I almost think it would be way cooler if these fake sprockets were made from recycled cogs and or chain-rings...
She said she felt obliged in a way...ya know not wanting to miss out on the worlds largest gravel road race..not wanting to be considered uncool by her peers for missing the coming of another fun filled season in Miscene...but after this years edition..of Phart bike, mountainbikes, recumbents..shopping carts scooters bigwheels..green machines roller skates walkers and wheelchairs...carnage, high fives in the middle of no-where.roadies with gun fighter eyes...and all the other utter ridiculous crap....
after a six pack and a few shots..she went on to say...You want to be part of the biggest gravel road race in the world..and be able to tell those on your favorite social media network you did the Barry?
Make one distance i dont know she said..45-50-60 miles...keep it prestigious..the way the Boston marathon is....you dont see a half marathon there..either that or drop the prize money and leave it for just for fun....but then again Rick wouldn't make the money he does by doing it this way...
if you never been she tells people...
dont die wondering..on the other hand
What is Ricky actually really giving back to us...Wonder if Rick ever really listens she says as she disappears into the dark staircase of goodnight...
I don't want to think
Don't make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
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