Like a monkey fucking a football....

Ahhhh, the sweet smell of failure....J-Dizzle and I had a mud-tastic catastrophe on the Blue river tonight, 2 hours of Fatbike goodness that ended a bit rough but was well worth the struggle...

Sometimes you just have to live and learn, or die and forget, depending on your idea of success...

And when your bike gives you oranges, fucking crush them into a pulp....

At least we were able to amputate before the Salsa bled out...

And to think that Jason was not there to observe the carnage....he would certainly approve.

Cuntwat out.