Spontaneity keeps us young. So does #occupybikeseat and Levitra. Friday night two options were presented; to head down to Lake Geneva for the Team SnowBike Enduro or stay in Madison for the Isthmus Beer and Cheese Fest. Both very beautiful options, and I found myself in a hell of a quandary trying to pick which one to go to. I turned to the Infobahn for the answer. One of the more spontaneous fellas I know, our very own Dirty reminded me that there is no real shortage of beer and cheese in Wisconsin and I could have my own festival any time I want. With that wisdom, combined with the heat of Baby Cakes, I scrambled to gather the essentials and be out the door stat.
Packed up the Necromancer, a case of Lebatt, couple dozen cupcakes and my super soaker. Cupcake was en route to Funtropolis.
Some people race bikes. Some people ride bikes. Some people fast bikes, and other people slow bikes. Some people shave. Some people don’t. Some people drink megaplexcarbrotein. And other people drink beer. Et cetera, et cetera. The devils at this shitshow were all the latter and Cupcake was mega-stoked.
Upon arrival I hear calls for Cupcake. Loud calls. Bird calls. Tweet tweet tweet BEEKAW!!! Ears sprung and mouth watering, I made my way to the gregarious tipi occupied by North Central Cyclery and BG from QBP. Every time I see these fools it’s going down. Bourbon, stouts, strong ales, maple syrup and cakes. We partied.
It was my first Wisconsin Fat Bike Series rodeo of the season. Officially race #2 of #6 this winter and hope to make the rest of ‘em. Hey, any ride biking race-trot thing where #occupiers of bike seat let me blast them in the face with beer loaded super soaker, you best know Cupcake’ll be there.
Nothing like some fatty foot-down to assemble the squads.
In traditional Wisconsin fatty fashion, the race commenced after naked men zip-lined over our heads.
Award winning beers brought to you by Lakefront Brewery.
I was third position on our race team, which was good because it gave me time to prepare the weaponry.
It was five hours of pure enjoyment. The venue, the people, the beer, the snacks, the sponsors. It was some great, top notch shit.
In other news, I found a new hero…