Friday, December 10, 2010

Punk Bike 2010 and other sexiness

Oooh baby. Everybody loves a muddy shit stain.

Jon Pratt photos

Punk bike was cold. Punk bike was muddy. Oompa loompas broke their bikes:

It was a lovely day, and I was grinning away the whole time.

It was so muddy that on one of the little stages my back wheel packed full of junk and refused to turn. I had to walk the rest of the thing, then chip the frozen mud away with a stick.

I won a few stages, but I had to leave after stage 8 of 12 for some banana family business. Sadly I was unable to defend my title. But I did leave right before the up-down and was able to avoid a repeat of last year:

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