ROMANTIC RIDE BEFORE THE ICEMAN BLOWS TOWN, THE RETURN OF FANGS MCGEE AND A DRUNKEN EXORCISM AT THE HONEY CREEK TAVERN

There have been some great fall nights for riding lately. Rolling the single speed there's time to stop and snap a photo like this, just before sunset. If you look hard enough you can see Big Mac on the left, doing, er, something. The rest of the group kept rolling. Hope they made it back to the cars okay. While it looks romantic, it also could be construed as a harbinger of evil to come (Red Sky at Night Look Out The Devil is Coming!). Who knew we'd end up with an Exorcism over Guiness later that night?

Before the ride Tony relaxes like a pro. He was out for an easy roll last night in preparation the no doubt massive effort he'll be laying down on Saturday in the World's Largest race: ICEMAN. There were quite a few Bastards out last night - though not pictured here. Some new guys, in fact that were told what a nice ride this was. I hope they made it back.

FANGS MCGEE RETURNS! ONLY IN A DIFFERENT BODY! AND DIFFERENT BIKE! WTF!

Some of you may remember the story of Fangs McGee, from last year's mud rides. Fangs always rocked the biggest knobbies that could be had, especially on sloppy, muddy days, and he always wore shorts with no knee protection even in temperatures well below zero, or worse. Last night when this guy (we're not saying who, Ryan) rolled up with this perfect Fangs McGee tire and bare knee combo, we knew that (we're not saying it was Ryan) was inhabited by the demonic soul of the original Fangs McGee. Knowing this we called for an exorcism at the Honey Creek after the ride. It looked like this, only Fangs still had his shorts, helmet and knee socks on.

"Out Fangs, out! Leave his (Ryan's) body and let him wear knee warmers once again and put regular (file tread) tires on his bike that don't look like Mud Flat Flippers! And Robin bring me another beer - and some Deep Fried Asian Carp! Out damn you! Out Demon Fangs McGee!"

Finally, if I were to be inhabited by somebody else, with better legs and lungs than mine, I want it to be Zapoweidz Soltestu, if that's his real name. Either that, if it's just the Ridley that makes you climb like a f*ing goat, I want one, no two, of them as well. I've dropped this small piece of Commercial Cross Porn in here for our number one Ridley-Lover, Adam, Big Mac, McIntyre. Enjoy, and eat your heart out Big Mac ...