A very elite group (read that to be drunk old men) met at the new Dark Horse HQ for the second annual "Stewart Brings Out Her Dead" non race (The Mayor & C-Dubs being old, Mikesquatch acts like an old man and the Raveinator is our "bald headed step child" that keeps us out of trouble). This year we skipped collecting trash and empty beer cans from the woods and instead set out to explore the overgrown trails of yesteryear. Right out of the chutes it was clear that Mikesquatch had an axe to grind (perhaps literally) and with a 32x17 he was putting the hurt on all of us.
Tracing parts of the Dark Horse 40 course in reverse and connecting them with trails of the past we rode on in pursuit of Mike and stumbled upon the Raveinator's personal in the woods training center where he showed us the secrets of getting young male riders to train with him.
Moar riding and finally, with the Mayor slumped over the bars trying to catch his breath, it was declared beer time. Suddenly Mikesquatch was off the back and the Mayor was blazing a trail of glory to the kegerator. After a couple of rounds we caught this fine clip.
Moar riding and finally, with the Mayor slumped over the bars trying to catch his breath, it was declared beer time. Suddenly Mikesquatch was off the back and the Mayor was blazing a trail of glory to the kegerator. After a couple of rounds we caught this fine clip.
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