It’s been said a thousand times, it’s been over played, beat on throw around, mocked and mimicked to the point that the only thing that disgusts me more is just the plain fact that I am actually here talking about it again on this shitty blog.
But because I am such a weird person and I need to amuse myself. along with not having any real life. I’m going to give it another try
This..
although I love to fling turds at it on semi regular basis is what I believe is core of the spirit, single moms, aspiring to get fit middle thirties women, and some old dude getting there taste of the thing that the locals call fun, nothing like a challenging day away from Superdutys, Hemi Chargers, and distracted commuters, conquering washboard pot strewn backcountry rides.
Will they be the future of our growing sport, bah probably not but for not and at least until the next big thing there enjoying………..sorta..
There never seems to be enough..
enough of these guys, and why the hell not..they are the ones that Gravel racing was created for, yes sir those steely eyed, in the assumed position, shaved down and with proper wresting heart rate. The perfect spousal support, and of course a ultimate a sponsorship.
The racer prick, although not quite as prickly as the roadie prick.
They still possess some of those similar traits, skin suits, that sneer of "Im always out to rob the next prick of there KOMs"
How long will it be before they run the course do back to normal obscurity of DTE.
The world may never know…or will they be the next king of gravel…this is the spirit……..sorta..
Man i must of hit my head too many times, because, I never woulda thunk in a gazillion years riding with the entire summer catalog of J Crew bought by the second wife for your 100 mile bike ride would of been the most comfortable thing to do. But with keeping with the Spirit, Its safe to assume hopefully this dude bought into the Deez Nutz program..
They say old heroes never die. They just fade away…well that’s partially true, or they just dust off the old cyclocross bike shake out the 2012 team kit from its mothballed storage bin, and head on out to this thing there coworkers and old riding buddies call the gravel ride…god bless ‘em cuz man because it’s always rad to see dudes again…my only gripe, is...I had better hope for this guy. The man that guided the scene through the golden age of road racing could of at least invested in a new lid……hopefully he doesn’t go down on it and become a Holy Spirit….
Fun loving tucked in and out of the wind and constantly on the quest to challenge themselves on weekly basis, it’s all about ride, that and the those microbrews waiting for them at the end of another holy day.
Something’s never change, no matter what the discipline is, uno the look.. that look of complete feeling of being uncomfortable in what earlier seemed so easy. One minute your trading pulls with the Hot shoes, the next..poof your dangling in no man’s praying for a pinch flat …but because the Holy Spirit of gravel likes to see you post up on your various social media platforms, your running tubeless..
What’s gravel without a little personality…they come in all shapes and sizes, all walks of like, young old, size correct or size incorrect..it’s more welcoming than the petting zoo ay farmer Charlie’s on warm October Sunday…
You better believe its a sport for everyone. welcoming and open and fun. Think not? well if your going there to deny it or pick a fight,
I would highly advise to not mess with dude.
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