mustache mayhem.

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if it wasnt for this a-hole id have just racked up my fifth win of the season…i guess its just like when we were young, beatin on the younger bro. all kidding aside though, who else is gonna haul me around for a thirty mile race? we hit the big ring classic, wors race number three. the stacked field had a few guys who have been tearing up the norba scene this year. after a quick start and a near miss of a pileup i got in the groove. even before the end of lap one there were a few flats from the contenders. i managed to latch onto jesse and iowan friend brian eppen. jesse towed us for just over two laps. brian voiced his toasted legs so i took it upon myself to drop the hammer. such a gentleman. another two laps of trading pulls and jesse had had enough. he put the smack down on me and opened a five second gap w/ a mile to go. honestly? i was hoping to just coast it in. this racing thing is kinda hard, eh? i gave it a go, one last shot at glory. the sneak attack on jesse almost worked. he did a double take and we sprinted to the finish. jesse took the win by half a second. there’s not many races where you can get this kind of competition, and we get it every other weekend.