...of the hotly contested race to Oscar Blues. In -1C temps, 95% humidity, and at night.
I had to wear two pairs of tights, 2 pairs of socks, and about 5 upper body layers, but it was a great time, except for some chubby kid on a fixed gear who kept bothering everyone (you know who you are...) Beer was consumed, bikes were haphazardly packed into a 50 year old bus that reeked of diesel fuel, and everyone returned to Boulder in one piece.
Happy birthday, RC.
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Congrats, theres always one guy that irratates out of a fixie group..
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