NOW BACK TO THE "ME GETTNG MY ASS HANDED TO ME" PART OF THE PROGRAM:
Even though Paul Curley, and God Forbid Ned Overend show up to set the 50+ field afire, even if I get popped, pulled and run out of the resort, I doubt that you'll find me as emotional as Adam Myerson (Cycle-Smart) was at the end this race - though I kinda of felt a little bit like that at Bloomer after I almost worked my sorry-ass up to the front of the race, crashed in the woods, hurt my ass and ended up getting passed at the line for 19th place by a 300 pound guy in a white skin suit. Yeah, I cried big 'ole crocodile tears too, Adam.
Now when I get passed, pummel and pulled, and as I watch that f*cking crazy-ass disc wheel of Curley's pulling away from me, I'm going to duck into the pits and get one of these, just to keep my spirits up - and my performance down.
After the race, to drown my sorrow even further, maybe I can find the Chicago Hilton (after I'm done eating pizza in my room) and get rockin' at the Tommy Z Productions Official Playboy NYE 2012 Party. Tommy Z should really trademark this thing. Looks awesome!
Yeah I may never come back after all this. And I don't know if I can make out to the ride tonight. I'm getting my tuxedo pressed and my sidewalls Aquesealed for the weekend, and that's all going to take time. So if I don't see you until next week you Crazy Bastards have a Happy New Year's!