The event is patterned upon the Official Toronto Hipster Cycling Event template:
Pre-party: Authentic real-live messengers will congregate, drink beer, and make fun of each other while begging off racing on the grounds that they can't get injured because they have to work. Their authentic real-live hipster attendants will circumscribe the nucleus of messengers in a desperate attempt to fit in and rub shoulders. Tom Mosher will spend the entire time talking to his friends and ignoring the attendants. Trick riders will attempt ad infinitum to execute various manoevres without success. Holding your breath here in anticipation of seeing something awesome means certain death.
Race: The racing will be so lame that some imbecile who doesn't have to work the next day will attempt unnecessarily theatrical maneouvres under the auspices of 'epic-ry'. This will make the race seem epic by association. Do not be fooled.
Post-race: Prizes are assigned. Given the poor organizational skills and levels of inebriation, this portion of the event is tediously drawn out.
The whole event will be like taking a poop after eating corn: You'll stand there and think "Is that it ...or is there more?"
Speaking of stool passage, I am equally ambivalent to announce that the dieting fad of colonics has reached bicycle frame design. Felt's frame designers have data-mined the age-old technique of wrapping toilet-paper around a cardboard tube to develop their InsideOut Internally Optimized Molding technology, which enables them to shave off precious ounces of manufacturing dross that "is stuck to the frame walls like spackle or paste." As Felt engineer Ty Buckenberger puts it:
“The bottom bracket and other junctions are all nice and clean with no excess material inside.”Snickering aside, Felt seems to have truly pushed the boundaries in their work. With their InsideOut method, Felt can now eschew the lug-&-tube technology of last century's carbon frames (no, that's not a typo) in favour of molds that shape the carbon sheets and minimizes excess material build-up internally. The assembly culminates thusly:
"Finally, the frame sections are joined using a special co-molding technique. The individual sections are bonded together and then co-wrapped."
|An internally optimized toilet paper roll demonstrates Felt's wrapping technique.|
In other words, lug-&-tube redux. Such advancement! However, Felt assures us that process is worthwhile because it delivers a frame that--wait for it...--offers unparalleled ride quality and weight savings, but at great cost. As an amateur performance cycling enthusiast on a budget (read, 'that wheel sucking ass with a Sora gruppo'), I'm not able to make such significant investment, so when I want to improve my own ride quality and shave off precious grams, I prefer to employ my patented system of taking a pre-race poop. The weight savings are astounding!
With that 'out of my system', I am also ambivalent to announce that I will not be blogging on Monday due to prior engagements with a turkey. I do not mean that I have a dinner date with Rob Ford (though that probably would be a very effective weight-loss strategy). Rather, I will be preoccupied attempting the unnecessarily theatrical maneouvre of ingesting fowlry for processing in a
Unfortunately I must, by medical necessity, lay down prior to gorging on turkey, unlike others, who prefer to repose after the fact. Being a misshapen oaf prone to nervous gas and suffering an irrational fear of pacifiers, I was once attacked with a turkey baster and exposed to a near fatal dose of tryptophan. Ever since, even the mildest amount of trytpo-laced turkey can induce narcoleptic fits of deep slumber. Four Thanksgivings ago, I plopped face-down in mash potatoes and nearly drowned.
It is my own personal epic sport and I like to tempt fate and push the extreme. Last year, I conquered a leg. This year, I hope to tackle the breast. Next year's summit: dark meat!
If I live, I will resume posting on Wednesday. Until then, thanks for reading and have a 'fully crunk' weekend.