The Paranormal. 4 months, 1 week from tomorrow. And speaking of which, The Paranormal course, post-logging-apocolypse, is coming along well. So it would seem we'll have something around 9 miles of single to enjoy, race, and make dangerous passes in all the corners.
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I think a really thoroughly put together Duo Team of Alice Cooper/Ozzy Osbourne might win the costume prize. Young Ozzy or old Ozzy? Either way. Tasteful, yet still terrifying.
Telephone is ringin.
Because if you want to get down, you gotta dress up.
Up.
UP!
If you happen to be out in Snowshoe this weekend, sending it off every wooden structure you can find - bridges, teeters, random fences, houses, what have you - you'd be well-served (perhaps even over-served) to stop by the Wanderlust festival and give The Ballroom Thieves a listen.
Then get back to the sending it before the Yoga overtakes you.
Speaking of thieves, at this juncture, I don't believe Zach Stone's semi-famous, one of a kind cross rip has been recovered. Which means that we have been heretofore unable to get out a pair of needle nose pliers and a blowtorch, get medieval, etc etc. So the onus is still upon all of us to be vigilant, shoot first, and ask questions later.
And also on a previously documented but unfinished subject, it looks like Qwadsworth got himself onto the extended podium at Dirty Kanza over the weekend and from the scorecard, it appears he may have bullied a guy named Tubbs in a 2-up sprint for 5th. Even better, you can rest easy, world: Imposter Wadsworth, despite his big talk and showboating (which he didn't actually do, unfortunately) came in 45 minutes in arrears.
Proving, once and for all, that it's not how fast you ride. It's how far you ride fast.
Maybe we'll have a proper race report from Qwadsworth in the coming days that documents the harrowing, 200-mile death march (the kind where you might actually die) that is Dirty Kanza. If we don't, I'll just make it up.
