No Words Photo Dump

It doesn’t happen often, but I am currently at a loss for words.

Sure, I could bask in recent events like the death of long-time right-wing religious fuck face Pat Robertson or the O.G. Fuck Face being arrested for the 2nd time and counting for being arguably the worst person in the history of U.S. politics to ever be elected to anything, ever, and probably will be again. But I got nothing.

I’m glad one is dead, and I hope the other eventually rots in prison like a fat, bloated, racist, homophobic, xenophobic wife cheating, too-tan scrotal sack with bad hair, a raging case of megalomania and tepid piss stains on his orange jumpsuit left over from the previous night’s Piss On Donny cellblock fetish party.

But I won’t do any of that. I’ll just post some photos.

Later.

The Things I Could Write

Dear readers, this post contains a LOT of my personal opinions on where I am currently at with cycling. I do not intend to talk trash about the sport, make you feel bad for loving it, or any such thing. I have dedicated a huge part of my life to cycling, and I love it. It’s a classic case of “it’s not you, it’s me.”

— Management

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