Steven is upset he can't make it, but wants to suggest a product that might be worth carrying, especially when out in the woods away from sanitation services for extended periods of time.
Don't be caught without your shit-stick.
-Casey F. Ryback
20120427
20120423
On Board the M-Train to Hermann
Greetings, jerks. There are some big events coming up. One is double secret, while the other one is Cedar Cross, put on by the incorrigible Bob Jenkems. As a way to get some saddle time in preperation for the T'aint Thrashing Cedar Cross. Oh man. So myself, Norcword Trorsconor and Sandwich Town mounted our steeds, and entered a course into the navigational computer that would put us in Hermann.
This route took us over there via the Katy Trail. That trail is a great asset for cyclists in this state, and is one of those things that all of us need to log miles on... in life. But let's be honest, once you've pedaled your first 100 feet on the trail, there isn't really anything new. That being said, it's great stuff - which is the opposite of the idea of being a life coach, which is total bullshit. That is, unless your life coach is Charles Bronson, which would be the most awesome thing. Every day, your only goal to reach would be to become more grizzled, and squint more.
The way to start a proper assault on the Katy is to meet at Casa Toscani for crowns and pepper cheese. And with that task completed, we were out and on the bikes, and on the CXmas Course, snapping the minds of pathletes before we knew it:
With only one final hill behind us (the Page Bridge itself) we bombed the gnarly descent to the Katy, past hilarious graffiti, and took a little break. It was there that we found that some people do still care about those memorial benches:
From there, we had a long stretch of gravel ahead of us. I never bring headphones/iPod with me when I ride, instead choosing to flip through my mental music archives, choosing the very best stuff to get stuck in my head. For the next couple of hours, I was rocking out to an oldie-but-goodie, this album:
Specifically, the tracks "Drain the Main Vein," "Ain't No Talkin' With Your Mouth Full" and "Tails Up Heads Down." I was rockin'.
After passing the Chinamen Walking Club, I started worrying about the long, straight stretches of the Katy causing my headset to get that center-notch pitting. Fortunately though, we made it to Defiance, where we would refuel with water and sugar treats, which would get my head right. Orin would be making his 38th pee break. I found it odd that Nico went in after him, causing me to worry that he was going behind Mrs. Toscani's back by meeting teammates in public restrooms:
This fat cat didn't give a fuck:
It was a little chilly as we rolled back out of Defiance, and if we hadn't had our jerseys and jackets on, we surely would have been blastin' some nips.
Next up was resisting to urge to climb Matson Hill just for the hell of it (because it isn't already hard enough to keep traction with 2.3" tires, let alone 32c tires.) We also resisted a CX assault on Klondike Park, as we rolled past the Power Plant in the background:
Unexpectedly, we happened upon Nick Smith and Matt Stacey doing some secret Cedar Cross training. You never know who you'll see on the Katy. We discussed several secrets that are known only to those privy to the top secret alliance between Team Seagal and Red Wheel, such as our forthcoming military retaliation to the break-off rogue sect of the TS/RW alliance - The Cloud Appreciation Society. Their egregious actions towards our members and guerilla-style violence will not go unpunished.
Parting ways, we continued our party train, spreading karma- wherever it needed spreading. In today's case, it was in the form of lending a mini-pump to a couple of dudes on their third day traversing the trail. They were without inflationary abilities. Tires inflated, we keep moving and soon found ourselves closer to the river than evar before:
And once the Katy swings back down to the river, you know that Hermann isn't too far. Turning left towards Hermann, I was a little bummed that our trip had come to an end, but it was nice to find Boyd's vehicle already parked in town, piloted there by Ms. Boyd, having herself raced the Tour of Hermann. I must say that my t'aint was very much looking forward to the nicely padded bench seats inside. Once on the way home, I was able to remove my stiff cycling shoes, and slip on some more comfortable post-ride shoes that I got from Punch0r. He told me they are gonna be hugely popular, and that he's basing the rest of his career on them. (Thanks buddy!)
You know where to be this weekend. And the weekend after that, be in Jeff City. With lots of chamois cream.
-Casey F. Ryback
This route took us over there via the Katy Trail. That trail is a great asset for cyclists in this state, and is one of those things that all of us need to log miles on... in life. But let's be honest, once you've pedaled your first 100 feet on the trail, there isn't really anything new. That being said, it's great stuff - which is the opposite of the idea of being a life coach, which is total bullshit. That is, unless your life coach is Charles Bronson, which would be the most awesome thing. Every day, your only goal to reach would be to become more grizzled, and squint more.
The way to start a proper assault on the Katy is to meet at Casa Toscani for crowns and pepper cheese. And with that task completed, we were out and on the bikes, and on the CXmas Course, snapping the minds of pathletes before we knew it:
With only one final hill behind us (the Page Bridge itself) we bombed the gnarly descent to the Katy, past hilarious graffiti, and took a little break. It was there that we found that some people do still care about those memorial benches:
From there, we had a long stretch of gravel ahead of us. I never bring headphones/iPod with me when I ride, instead choosing to flip through my mental music archives, choosing the very best stuff to get stuck in my head. For the next couple of hours, I was rocking out to an oldie-but-goodie, this album:
Specifically, the tracks "Drain the Main Vein," "Ain't No Talkin' With Your Mouth Full" and "Tails Up Heads Down." I was rockin'.
After passing the Chinamen Walking Club, I started worrying about the long, straight stretches of the Katy causing my headset to get that center-notch pitting. Fortunately though, we made it to Defiance, where we would refuel with water and sugar treats, which would get my head right. Orin would be making his 38th pee break. I found it odd that Nico went in after him, causing me to worry that he was going behind Mrs. Toscani's back by meeting teammates in public restrooms:
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| "Meooowwww! My favorite band is Insane Meown Posse!" |
It was a little chilly as we rolled back out of Defiance, and if we hadn't had our jerseys and jackets on, we surely would have been blastin' some nips.
Next up was resisting to urge to climb Matson Hill just for the hell of it (because it isn't already hard enough to keep traction with 2.3" tires, let alone 32c tires.) We also resisted a CX assault on Klondike Park, as we rolled past the Power Plant in the background:
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| Thank Energor for that warning about the rough Katy surface, miles from nowhere on the trail. |
Parting ways, we continued our party train, spreading karma- wherever it needed spreading. In today's case, it was in the form of lending a mini-pump to a couple of dudes on their third day traversing the trail. They were without inflationary abilities. Tires inflated, we keep moving and soon found ourselves closer to the river than evar before:
And once the Katy swings back down to the river, you know that Hermann isn't too far. Turning left towards Hermann, I was a little bummed that our trip had come to an end, but it was nice to find Boyd's vehicle already parked in town, piloted there by Ms. Boyd, having herself raced the Tour of Hermann. I must say that my t'aint was very much looking forward to the nicely padded bench seats inside. Once on the way home, I was able to remove my stiff cycling shoes, and slip on some more comfortable post-ride shoes that I got from Punch0r. He told me they are gonna be hugely popular, and that he's basing the rest of his career on them. (Thanks buddy!)
You know where to be this weekend. And the weekend after that, be in Jeff City. With lots of chamois cream.
-Casey F. Ryback
20120417
20120410
Happy Birthday Steven!
Today is a special day. On this day, back in 1952, something happened that allowed this Team to exist. That is, Steven Seagal was born. This, in turn, led him to become badass, then star in a bunch of fantastically badass movies, gain some weight, continue to make movies that focused more on quantity rather than quality, which then in turn led us to start this fucking team. What the hell were we thinking.
Oh well, what's done is done - we can undo the damage that we've already done (to our t'aints.) So we might as well wish him a happy birthday, care of Dethklok:
-Casey F. Ryback
Oh well, what's done is done - we can undo the damage that we've already done (to our t'aints.) So we might as well wish him a happy birthday, care of Dethklok:
-Casey F. Ryback
20120406
MFXC III OFFICIAL REGISTERED NON RACER LIST
1. Caleb H 1st Entry received for M
2. Dan Dougan M
3. John Donjoian 1st Entry received for SS
4. Bob Arnold M
5. C Dubs SS
6. David Krajcovic M
7. Jacob "Huffy Hammer" Rohter M
8. Larry Koester SS
9. COCK PUNCHER M
10. Erik Seaver SS
11. Brian Radle M
12. Rock Wamsley M
13. Craig Seibert M
14. Drew Black M
15. MYSTERY NON RACER ENTRY
16. Bryan Adams M
17. Gabrielle Renner 1st Entry received for F
18. Gino Felino SS
19. David Smith M
20. Karl "Klunk" Kimbel SS
21. Karen Holtmann F
22. Jim "Can't decide" Bacon M or SS
23. Todd Holtmann M
24. Scott Piepert M
25. Mason "Mr. WA" Storm SS
26. Scott Kiefner M
27. Mary Piper F
That's All folks, see you at MFXC III.
Mason Storm
20120403
Team Seagal Presents: Taco Tuesday Teardown
Hello, wonderful Team Seagal followers. I bring to you news of a monthly ride we'll be doing starting in April. I know most of you have jobs during the hours of 8am-2pm on a Tuesday, but Energor doesn't care. Neither does this guy-
Tuesdays we will meet at Flaco's parking lot at 8am . Ride leaves at 8:30am. Route headed to CX practice course in Forest Park, figure 20+laps. We want to be back in time for the Teardown- $2 tacos from 11am-2pm. Let's not forgot to thank our wonderful sponsor Flaco's Cocina for such an amazing deal on the best tacos in the damn state of Missouri!
We like having fun on Team Seagal. What's more fun than riding your bike with friends and eating delicious tacos afterwards?...
Exactly.
See you for Teardown #1 April 24th.
t-tocS
Tuesdays we will meet at Flaco's parking lot at 8am . Ride leaves at 8:30am. Route headed to CX practice course in Forest Park, figure 20+laps. We want to be back in time for the Teardown- $2 tacos from 11am-2pm. Let's not forgot to thank our wonderful sponsor Flaco's Cocina for such an amazing deal on the best tacos in the damn state of Missouri!
We like having fun on Team Seagal. What's more fun than riding your bike with friends and eating delicious tacos afterwards?...
Exactly.
See you for Teardown #1 April 24th.
t-tocS
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