Why is it when someone is so obviously in the wrong that they still can't admit it? Today while pre-rising a little of the Leadville 100 course I encountered some trail runners with dogs. When one of the dogs jumped up on me I was a little flabbergasted to say the least. I rode back the way I came to survey the damage. A couple scratches and a pretty sweet bite right on my corndog tattoo. Broke the skin in a few places. So I collect myself and peddle back up to the group... this time weary of the dogs. In trying to talk with the guy / make sure his dogs had all their shots he just couldn't avoid being an unapologetic Ahole. "He's a herding dog, just doing what he's bred to do." Um maybe an "I'm Sorry" would have been better than being a complete bag.
Anyway, what dogs are bred to heard bikers? Where do these herds of wild, untamed mountain bikers roam free? Could I too run amongst them in frolicky bliss? I hope the fact that I now possibly have rabies won't get me blackballed.
So yeah, the Leadville 100 is right around the corner. Should be a great chance to have some folks see the new Team FD kit and spread the word a little. The race promoter has always been a big fan of FD and thanks to that soft spot in his heart I'm getting to be a part of this great event.
So now is your chance to jump on board with the action, "sponsor" me, and be a part of it. Pledge per mile, or bet me on the time I can complete the race. What about a podium bonus. You can believe if I get on the box or finish in less than 9 hours I'll never take that platter sized buckle off. I'll shower in it. Trophy buckles are to us rednecks like bling is to rappers.
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