He'll turn your plan of keeping up with him into a triage statistic.
Damn, Damn, Damn. We hear it as he jives around slow racers.
Stacks on deck. Patron on ice. Cramps your leg & you cry all night.
Gets in your head like a puppeteer & shoves you out of his way.
This man won't wait for anybody or anything. Give him a podium now!
Plays it smooth & flowy just like Kenny G but with much better hair.
She will help you spell D-E-F-E-A-T with correct pronunciation.
After your spank, she'll baby wipe the dirt she kicked on your face.
This Dude doesn't abide, obviously not a golfer & must break you.
Flow trails bore him. Give this man a 30+ mile summit or he will yawn.
Know that gut feel when you get dropped? Now you know her name.
The OG Zombie Camels. Master of local trails, fire, Jeeps & brews.
Stealth & quiet until you hear the "on your left" command.
Cruisin' for a bruisin'? This man can kick, stretch & kick!
Seems to use a dirt bike to holeshot past leg powered squids.
On a voyage to colonize every race & settle on top of the podium.
A race strategist that'll PowerPoint the reason he left you in the dust.
Race photographer to us, War Correspondent to our competitors.
Bearded Race Pit master managing tent like a fine FEMA trailer.
Race Pit invisible spirit that floats around the beverage cooler.