Team B.O.

You simply can't ride fast and long if you don't train. Winter is now over, weather is now pleasant, the sun is shining early and there simply isn't anymore excuses for the couch BOtatoes to not show up for training. As September nears its ends the Goat simply has had enough. He is sick and tired of training in the dark along, sick and tired not seeing his chommies at the races, sick and tired of their "ride to eat" attitudes and he is sick and tired of their "veni, vidi, B.O." at 4 routines. Yesterday, the Goat rain thunder and fire and lashed at his BOtato chommies. He blessed the Whale, slap the Lani and rolled the BObbie into submission. It's show up at Total (So the "Mclean Train" has Engen huh? Well B.O.'s has Total) for the 115 or Skype silence for a week. Fearing they will be missing a key ingredient in their daily waste more TIME at work sessions, the BOtatoes had to oblige. 04h54 - Gaatie arrived angry on the Black Sabbat...

LOOK, not many even showed up... I mean, loads of B.O. excuses is used, including a rather lame one of "I had to work late" from da Tub... or da Chicken's "I am going to U.S. of A."... And BONN reporters has a hard TIME getting details either, what with the Gaat giving us not much details like how Dev 6 (who has been busted S/Ting in the Cradle many TIMEs over...) dragged a C bunch to the seniles at B bunch (BOd note: -2785 B.O. points...) and how Whale was disqualified riding in B Group with a H number. All these in one sentence, I mean, how do we make up stories like this? So we turn to the online Mecca of the South African cycling community the Hub. (BOd note: the following is an exact excerpt.) The first 30-40km were slow. Though we managed to catch some spent AL guys this early into the race, we also managed to get caught by a couple of strong CL guys. It's then that I decided that I had warmed up enough, got out of the comfort of someone'...

Raaight... With a weekend of activities, we have pretty much established that men loves Dinki, they love kissing him, period. How did we get to this conclusion? Well, it started with Lolly... Lolly who's fat and sloppy is dreaming back to his glory days as the official team train, by sticking stickers to his Giant frame, or tummy... He claims he swallows coal and pisses steam... Well, he swallows cheese burgers really and pisses, well piss... And if there are cheeseburgers, there is BObbie... BObbie claims cheese burgers are nourishing... But the diet police Gaat disagrees... BObbie mug shot... Just so we clear, Gaatie is at least a head taller and they weigh the same... Lani makes a guest appearance, because you know these days, Lani mostly rides something else... Well, Since it's the weekend, let's celebrate with a team dindin at le Frenchie... Waala pissed the Michelin chef off by ordering rabbit food... BOatie made hi...

BObbie: (chickening) LOOK, weather forecast chewn me cold and cold, me thinks we should mass B.O. Dinki: (famous last words) WTF?!!! Ju man up and ride the cold and the wind! BObbie: (et tu, Brutus) Wind too?!!! Fearing BObbie the lazy bastard who won't even BOther to pick up his number, Gaatie and Waala dragged his fat ass out of bed on Saturday morning and the BOys rode to number collection. It was cold, it was windy, it was miserable and the number guy is late. Not the most patient, Gaatie decided to exercise his 19 power on the tannie who's holding the fort and racing numbers. Gaatie: (do you know who I am?) I am VA I am, I demand my number be released to me! Tannie: (whatever) Right, show me your license and I show you a number. Gaatie: (what just happened) Que?!!! EveryBOdy waiting in the line including BObbie & Waala: (laughing their ass off...) BOwahahahahahaha... After Gaatie gone flaccid the number guy did eventually arrive. The BOys landed at so...