Actually, we didn’t sign any autographs. We did get some insults though, and we deserved them all.
Here’s Biddle, Captain, and Stevil ready to do battle. And battle we did. We’re mostly positive we won, and by won I mean we were all well towards the back of the pack.
A majority of our success can be dealt with by reviewing our preparation procedures. We take our “racing” very seriously as we are quite the sporting types. Cheever’s preparation invoved pissing himself at some point and launching egg ropes off Dave’s porch. The team exercise involved tomato juice, as seen here, sometime around 11 am on Sunday, mere hours before the start of the race.
the team “stretches”
Things began a downward spiral by Friday night, and ended by nosediving into the earth late Sunday night, sometime after the stipper bus, the Thunderdome, the Sabbath cover band, and the 56,876 innocent beers that died in battle. Your selected Evils for this event were: Stevil Kinevil, Captain Dave, Chevil, Biddle, Robert, and The Viking. They all sucked.
We were far too idiotic to get a team photo. Maybe you did? You can send everything you like to Dave At Evilcycling.com please. For all things bike related, actually. Send your alleycat flyers, etc. Or porn, we take that too.
We do have a lot more photographs HERE, so check them out.