Team B.O.

I, am, the Craptain. Since my glorious return in the 2013 Cycle Challenge of which I sacrificed my sleep, my alcohol, my smokes and my sex life, I have once again, kept my throne as the Craptain. I want you all to remember it and remember it well. It's now TIME to update my fellow subjects. First, it's now year 2014. If you don't know this already, well, you don't have the intellectual level to read anyway. So, learn to read first. Second, if you expect anything meaningful from us, like how we won races, secured another sponsor, kissed by podium girls, new doping techniques, amazing training methods and diets that will loose you 8kgs... Now that's clear, many things has already happened. I am sorry, you'd think being the crap that I am, I could control my fellow subjects. Alas... I can't control that fat pig BOb's appetite for one. Since that old horse fart Pa pulled his hammies (he claims he was playing soccer with his kids, but real...

First, let's us say a temporary goodbye to our fearless, courageous and invisible leader the Craptain. After he surfaced to show that fat BOb how to ride a fast TIME with a 2h48, the rest of the plebs will not see him again for another while. This is how he does it, to remind ju he's still the crap. This, is why, he's the Crap. Now that we got the crap out of the way, let's get on with the race report. The Chicken, The Lolly and the Pop raced too, the end. ( BOd note: Solly, it's not that we don't care about the race report, it's just that, well, we have nothing to report. At least until such TIME the Crap, or the Lolly, or the Chicken, or the Pop send us something, so for now, we will report on what we do know!!!) Which is, just TMI, so let's do a running diary, B.O. style!!!! Very early in the morning - All B.O.'s are still asleep, what the heck do you think they'd be doing? OK, besides pa, he's dreaming about where to launch an...