As Burnin' at the Bluff nears, and the thought of heated battle enters into my brain, all I can think about is how I am hungry - for victory. The competition will be hot, and my loins will be hotter. Think not about tubular tires and embrocation, but rather tubeless tires and the climb that ends the lap. So in the meantime, please join us in the euphoria by reminiscing about times past.
See you jerks this Saturday, and prepare your t'aints.
-Casey Fucking Ryback
P.S. And if your name is Scott Piepert, then I/we support pre-race binge drinking. Don't forget to put like 10 down each night. Seriously.