In the pantheon that is the panoply of saints and sinners, one vastly superior soul stands above all the rest, showering the throngs of minions with his special sauce: Ronald Reagan. That is, if you cream your jeans for the worship of the false idol of supply-side economics, and the Gaffer Curve, which should be renamed the Abortion As Wedge Issue financial obviation, wherein the poor are convinced that the Free Market is an actual, living breathing entity that solves all the ills of the trailer park. I would spend the next 2 hours defending Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren, all the while disparaging Mrs. Clinton as the centrist Republican that she is, but instead, since this blog is ostensibly devoted to all things bikey, I will only suggest that one listens to track #1 of Kyuss' Sky Valley until all the demons are transformed through her purring motor...666 miles per hour.
If there were any coherent way in which to review the last 2 weeks of planetary, gravitational motion, I would make a list, an annotated list a la a La Pirata cXc race report, but then again my overly-pickled liver would revolt in a protest akin to an Oprah audience finding out that instead of a new car for every brainwashed mom, a $2 gift certificate to Hobby Lobby was the all-desired gift du jour....though, we as swollen members of the Crew of the 8Lumens know all too well that the only legal way to obtain mental clarity is simply to ride single-track on a new steed, one that flows like the juices of manna from the coochie of the Deevil.
Observe the Pivot Les Fat, probably the apex of the Fatbike/29+ evolutionary process, in full-carbon bonerificism, a bullet disguised as a mt. bike, a bicycle masquerading as a matte-black stripper. I have only had the consensual ability to ride this hot-to-twat goddess on the trails twice before the Noah-esque floods inundated the KC area, but I can report, dearest Jim Jones Kool-aid imbibers, that this bike is a Porn Star that shoots it's load for 3 hours at a time....
...and, speaking and screaming for mercy under the weight of a feather of Fruit Loops, my next bike is in the chamber of the Oddtitty maniacal Meth Lab in FOCO: it is almost done; after I sell my golden semen to the Queen of The Kardashian, which is Hot Neon Pink on the pole.
This is the OrChasm's Oddity #Twerker 29+. Fucking BADDASSERY TO THE MAX HEADROOM.
Oddity Cycles Dot Cum. Do it. You know you'll need a Cialis.