A Saturday in Hell

The weekend, at least in some form, should signify a bit of free time. It's Saturday morning and that window of ride time is quickly passing.

There are reasons not to ride, but a little inspiration can provide that final push out the door and down the road. Today's push will come in the form of a book documenting the monumental 'Hell of the North'. Cool temps and lightly dusted roads seem to pale in comparison to the cobbles of Paris-Roubaix

"Tights and long sleeves don't stop the mud and the icy rain from biting into the body, and the racers fight with all their might to keep going, trying not to succumb to the elements"


  1. Clark: Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I... want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
    Merry Christmas BikeSabbath boys.....
    See you guys for the Winters Ride Series>>>>>

  2. Clark: "It's a one year membership into the jelly of the month club."

    Uncle Eddie: "Clark, thats the gift that keeps on giving the whole year."