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Realizing that this entry was way to easy on the broadband impared... UPDATE!
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one of those asses is mine; guess it and win it.


My fucking awesome teammate gets isolated with two shafty Ford riders... things don't look good for our heros.


I accept your challenge, automotively sponsored bike racers!


Them legs is skinny, but they push the bike fast... I arrive in the break to assist in the destruction of the Model Ts.


Seems that before I do that, there is a bit of hamming to be done. The camera is on, and that means the toungue is coming out; In a brief (or not so brief) homage to Richard Verenque, I like to call it, "the goods" if you're pickin' up what I'm layin' down.



More help arrives and I leave the camera for a bit to make the opposition sweat up some hills with Brian.


"are you done toying with them yet?"
"absolutely"
60 miles into the race, Graham and Brian launch the winning move.


Mission accomplished.

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Where the fuck was I this weekend?
I remember riding my bike, hard, and eating some really good Italian food. I remember seeing what shall now be refered to as "Best. Booty. Ever."

Some classic words came to mind, sing it Mr. Kedis-

"Believe me Eve she gave good reason,
booty--- lookin' too good not to be squeezin'"

That certainly was no part of Canada I've ever been to before, I'm not even sure they had telephones. My legs hurt.