Git it boy! WooWoooooo!!!

That was the quote of the weekend, as spoken by a female gas station cashier (turned rabid cycling fan) after watching Saturday evening's criterium in Albany, GA. She sure liked her some Trashman. Who doesn't, really?

It was a good weekend. Big Poppa pulled down a podium in the prologue, Madman finished 6th in the crit, and I managed to helplessly ride around in circles in 3 separate events without ever actually getting dropped. I did, however, almost manage to drop myself in the TT. I nearly had to walk the last 300 meters. It probably would've been faster.

In his typical fashion, The Imposter rode the front all day, then counted his watts and snuggled with Chaz by night. Ladyfriend, I'm afraid we have a situation here. It's not a good one. We're going to need you to step in. Rumors are starting.

Overall, everyone rode well and the weekend was a success...except for our new rider Wes. I've had to fire him just as quickly as I hired him, and I'm bringing The Mainstay back on board. My "Win or you're fired" management policy is now in full effect. Not only did he underperform, but he also insulted the cycling fans of Albany. The facial hair, the finger gestures...it was just bad news.