Evil Cycling

that regular use of profanity is a sign of a low I.Q.

If this is true, Captain Dave is certifiably retarded, and the readers of this site are catatonic.

Yep, look.

Crash.

Anus.

Click of shutter.

Pic of shitter.

Listen to Slayer, for the love of God.

While you gaze and Cheever’s visage and no doubt ask yourself “What kind of bird is that?”, we offer the contrast of the lovely Anna the Wolf, who tells us her socks made her go 10x faster, but also resulted in 2 shots of Patron before the finish line.

Hey, what can we say? Promoting blatant bicycle born alcoholism since ‘99.

All it takes is the sharp eye of a photographer like Mike Albright and it becomes clear how possible it is to polish a turd.

This is because that between Las Vegas and my recent trip to Portland, I think I managed to do some irreparable damage to my brain meat.

The only thing I remember was putting a sticker on an extremely expensive custom bike.

Or maybe that was Cheever.