Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all

 

The world keeps turning..babies are getting made, burgers are getting flipped folks are willing to hand over that stimulus bread without ever asking does it run?..and all the while some folks still standing around with jaws clenched and fist tight enough to crush diamonds..

If you made it here tonight welcome and thank you to another one of crazy ol Ts confusing and go nowhere ramble..Ts best thoughts often come around that time between low  twilight and full shinning..things of unknown from the future and shit that can not be changed or taken back from the past of Ts cranium spin like a worn out old Maytag until he arises..

So what I’m sayin is I gotta this one out before the sun rises...and I have to let that brain go back to it’s dingy coffin of reality..

What’s it’s all about? Strava challenges..Hill climbs..clocking 16 hours pedaling a bike with no wheels inside a place you see more than Ma nature herself. Silly confusing ride titles. Pinning numbers on argyle sweaters, riding bikes that weigh almost as much as that red 75 Chevy Chevette I used to own. Is it just for fun?.. In the former world of the scene, showing up to an event that had lousy pavement and folks wrapped up tighter in a 95$ piece of bright Lycra, and would be disqualified if you took your hands off a your 250$ bars, now it’s the norm to throw that thing is universally recognized as all things rad with your index and pinky fingers...

Your DQed..oh no im not you can cradle my nuts cuz this aint USAC..

oh what's USAC?

During this new format we are under you might think T is all twisting his hands and hatin..but he he ain’t..kinda refreshing in a silly sense. Sure maybe there stay gonna be a few five corner go the ER crits in the future, and maybe one fight for wheels for 3 hours in a much hated Michigan cross wind..but this new world of a Cone Azalia return with no numbers, no grip at the end no results and a length that have even the Evil Dude hatin his county more than life itself...The absence of USA cycling governing the gravel circus, a Willow TT, that has more folks wishing they didn’t dump there Aero bike for a 65 dollar  Air Fryer last May...

Super Dave is quite possibly rolling over in his grave..

oh he's not dead sorry....but he's probably still scratchin his head..

Surprisingly all the above has this old fool just tickled a tad ignorant..

It’s the beautiful future, one of the few things that might be more harder to predict than who the next podium finisher Base Media is gonna sign to the team sheet come Monday mornin..

They even got Scotty to throw down a Slayer.. but at much higher wattage level than you.

to the beat y'all

and dont stop

T..........