I don’t know what to make of this, but you should skim it over and emit a little tiny evil chuckle. Seems Ol’ Greggy (aka, Shotgun) is taking pro cycling’s grumpy, bitter, who-pissed-in-my-blood-bag role from the long-hailed Badger, aka Bernard Hinault. This decade, though, the weapons are gavels, not bikes. That’s weak sauce, I know, but here on the new and litigiously interesting DrunkCyclist, that’s how the gloves come off.
Part awesome, part who cares, and part Real Housewives of ProCycling, let’s let the bitching continue full-throttle. Time to rip the sleeves off of my Team Z jersey and stand in front of a courthouse with a 40oz and some posterboard. I’d kill to see Greg behind a hot mug of spiked cider bitching and shitting lightning bolts on the spring classics. He’ll have to do something to fund this little wrasslin’ match. I just love that there’s a little hate cloud looming over Trek bikes, however I do hope that as per the USA’s example, the cost of these epic court battles are not reflected in the cost of next year’s ever-victorious campus special, the Trek 820.
Fuck a weekend. Get bent.by