Evil Cycling

We’re proud today. As in pridefully proud.

Robert, Brad, Chevil, and Dave.

DNS, DQ, DQ, DFL, respectively. Nicely done, team.

Don’t forget a wig. Otherwise you’ll look stupid.

Tell it, brother!

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Ol’ Zeke pointed his one eye through the lens and snapped some shots at the 2010 Ragbrai. Seems the scattered Evil bits are further apart, further behind, and further off route than ever before. Further proof to us that the universe is expanding.  We have conflicting reports and unsubstantiated claims of sightings of BRose and Jro, Carter, Chewie, Girl Carl, and Sov.

You can see his photographic exploits here.

Sov did radio in recently, telling of “against the grain” riding, and toying with the route in only a peripheral sense. The transmission was then cut off by a 4 year old wishing to go ride bikes and kick buckets.

In a Ragbrai sense, Evil is dead. Long live Evil.

Well, let’s punch the cow and see what falls out of it’s asshole, shall we? Wait, what?

Oh, nevermind.

Cheever’s cells have been extracted, and after a careful incubation period in a petri dish kept at 66.6 degrees and sprinkled ocassionally with Hamm’s and Sov’s piss, our first batch of Little Cheevers is doing well. They’re growing rapidly too. The fun thing about Little Cheevers is that they subsist on Lil’ Smokies and Iron Maiden albums.

Are you scared? Just a little? You should be. We’ve got about 1,000 of these fuckers.

In other news, a reader has sent in his “corporate Evil” picture. Sorry it took a while to get this uploaded, but it was under the latest batch of hatchlings and some bacon grease.

Right under the desk, where we belong. Hiding, lurking, basking in corporate fartitude.

And last but not least the mighty CD  – which stands for Cross Dresser – has finally given up and joined the Dark Side.

Ugly, scruffy, and of questionable values – just like the rest of us.

So, if you have a picture of you in your evil stuff, please send it along. Send it to chorthole at evilcycling.com and we’ll put your name up in lights. Shitty, reputation ruining lights.