What does the Fox Mountain Say?

And the question on everyone's mind:

Yeah, I made that.  I hate me.

So, that's not quite drawn to scale, so don't plan your bottles around that or anything.  But the mighty Fox sure does look puny by comparison.

With that out of the way, get your jittery, tapering toes tapping, and let's get Down To This.



On tap this week, we've got...shit talking.

Well, actually, we don't have it on tap anymore.  But we do have it in a can, and everybody knows that cans are the new black anyway.
Starting at the tippy top, Mr Quadsworth checked in from parts South by Southwest with what I guess you might consider a declaration.  It would appear he means business, and he's coming ready to scrap, and if I were thinking about trying to stick it to him when the going got steep, that might scare me a little.  Fortunately for me, I'm not.  Because I can't.  And I know that.  But as far as scrappin' goes, there's always a taker or two.

Bike choice, as always, is a subject of debate on the seedy underbelly of the internet.  It would seem that the pure of heart are inclined to get around the loop on as little tread as possible, and I'll be honest, I dig the idea.  So on the off chance that you are, like me, one of the remaining few who believe road racing is worth saving, good luck making your case for that on Sunday.  I've tried it.  Brokenback has a way of making your $7,000 carbon road bike suddenly feel like a cheap, fake ID, and you'll be exposed.  So I recommend you get yourself some meat.

Course conditions leading into the weekend should be just about 100% ice free, but the real possibility exists that on Sunday our little show will have some snow.  So, at least mentally, prepare yourself for that.  Also, maybe give some thought to just what the hell you're going to wear.  Sam, for example, sent in a little photo of his prototype efforts to not get frostbite.

seriously experimental shit.

So yeah, think it through.  Snow pants might look a tad overdone under your pink Mercante Uno kit, but when push comes to shove, nothing beats warm

Well, that's not true.  Winning beats warm.

Cold might hurt a little, but glory lasts forever.

Up, up, up.