Like a world heavyweight title fight.
In a brightly lit, basement
Humidity level at 90%
Temperature cranked up, elbow to elbow to asshhole..
A stage set with youngsters, old timers, first timers, and wide eyes
Long hairs, no hairs, kids and dudes with kids older than the before mentioned kids.
Gaps open
Is it because of aloofness
Maybe it’s just boredom
Or the lack of attention
Mouths hang agape
Some respond
While others look at the soldiers around them for reassurance
32 mph
Then 18 mph
Like a yo yo
Sweat drips down
Over priced eyewear causes blurred vision,
One rider attempts to bridge
Across a vast wasteland of Critérium lack of portions
He makes it
But then shortly after pays the ultimate sacrifice
But not to be overshadowed by a short wise and peculiarly fit middle aged bald man
Not one, but four times a player.
As Slayers first album strangely but softly plays in the background
The pony is scene lurking beneath the surface
Rayster is silently swimming the parking lot
Joberon is scene now in full summer sleeveless mode
Corey Stange found his razor.
He’s of course shaved down
The Highlander nearly misses the top 10.
And the Evil-Dude gets put in time out.
Uberti arrived
The Stars and Stripes adorned the jersey of the eldest Mullis
Base Media is in the house.
But without the controversy of the past week
Smiles and good vibes were felt throughout the carnival like tentcapade
Terry Ritter was taking care of business as usual
And Karwantsomes lady was sending the warm Tingley’s through at least a few older gentlemen
PappaT makes for a rad DJ
And Jason Hess makes a field sprint win look like child’s play
Oh, too be young have the snap of the under 30 year olds.
Just another perfect ending to summer
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