lots of men carry bags?

Call it what you want, call it what you will. We support any version of life's style you wanna rock out with. But you'll need a poiss of some kind to fulfill the requirements Sleaze Otter requires. Don't sleep. Bag, helmet, lights.



Things are in the works; Machiavellian, ponderous, grinding, inexorable movements. If you don't know, now you know.

While we can't endorse anything except a Good Time, you might consider your eternal salvation viz. The Church of the Subgenius (if you got the time), some tenets of which we hold dear. Specifically:
1) get off your ass
2)bust your ass
3)watch your ass, and
4)WASH YOUR ASS!

With regards to #1...we are tired of all the pussy "reasons" why you can't be bothered to get off your ass and have a Good Time on your bicycle (remember that?). Most of these "reasons" involve your dead-hearted J-O-B, enabling you to skip a Real Good Time in favor of some old bullshit like staying at your boring smoky campsite or your shitty hotel room, or attending another lame industry party at which you can't really cut loose on account of the stuffy free drinks might be cut off. Fuck that.

So everything else follows. Come have some fun, with your clean ass and your bicycle.

meet me at the cemetery

It's as official as things like this are: Vanderkitten will be joining us for hijinks and hilarity. Hopefully a repeat of the amateur stripper dancing at S______'s (open since 1937!).

You know and I know, it takes all kinds to make a party jump. The course is up in the air at this point, but it is certain that there will be some action near the seashore, so be careful...

Get Happenstance

Welcome Princeton Tec! You are the dopey old man to our conniving teens. Hopefully there is no Richard. That kid is a buzzkill.

SIX...SIX...SIX

6...6...6 years in a row.



And for 5 years in a row the "Bike Industry" has been a lot of jock sniffing p...p...pussies.



I said it.

I hate to say it: I don't think I'm the right coach for you. You all come out here and stand around. What is that? Can you overcome your fear? Can you leave your comfy campsite, with it's cans of beans'n'franks? Can you abandon your ratty motel room, with it's engrossing and rare television programming? Could you skip your gladhanding industry event, with it's same old same old?

Why are you even working in this thankless field? Oh yeah. Because you love bicycles. So get off your ass and, uh, put your ass on your bicycle saddle.


The official theme for this 6th year shall be:

Hey Bike Industry...STOP BEING PUSSIES.

As always, the route is what it is and is open to every bike and every rider. Run what you brung and you'll be all right.

Get with it. Oh, and we are currently accepting sponsorship requests.

the candy colored clown they call...

the Sleaze Otter. Clowns are angry/hurt. Clowns are happy/tipsy.




I close my eyes.
Just like Blue Velvet.



I wanted to hate this guy, but couldn't. Look at him. He took his beating and not only showed up at the finish, he showed up at the finish and drank Coors Light (only canned beer they got at the Shadow Box) while giving out prizes. Good lookin out, Jared. Timbuk2 didn't know they hired Chuck Norris...


Earlyish in the evening, happy clowns get prizes. even though the Oregon posse cheated, and missed the 1st box (who told you what the task was?!), they "won" 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. This lovely skinsuit was donated by Stevil, over at allhailtheblackmarket, and is a symbol of individuality and his belief in personal freedom.


Late night. Clowns are sad. Clowns are happy.

when they reminisce over you

For real.



Smile!



There were some high points. There were some low points. Seems like the lowest points came immediately after bombing down super rutty descents from the high points. These were the lowest points, the crashes.

Swing down sweet chariot, stop, and...let me ride. Having your friends laugh at you and carry on without you while you slowly push your creaking bike back up the hill listening to them hoot and holler will really pick you up. That or throw popcorn all over you.


The ER doctor says, and I quote, "No dirt could have done that."
Nice.
Nothing like getting heckled/accused of being a liar by the pompous ass in the white coat. Like you don't get enough of that from your "friends."

No one knows what happened to everyone, but everyone knows what happened to someone. Comment on your race experience, or send photos (inspektorjavertATgmailDOTcom).

zzzzzz.....

If you have photos send them here: inspektorjavert(at)gmail(dot)com.

We'll get on a wrap up. I know some of you cheated. For now...

Thank You to our sponsors: Surly, Allhailtheblackmarket.com, Princteon Tec, and Timbuk2.