from the mind of a mtn bike racer

the coolest thing about massive fuck ups is that with a relatively short amount of time, they aren't such a big deal. kinda like a craving for chocolate. or being banned by usada, or some lame ass roadie dropping you in a local cross race b/c you have rot gut. he's not going anywhere, watch him flail in the next corner, laugh as you catch him, and even though you're hurting and not even trying, lead into the next corner and surely you'll exit it alone and as long as you don't fuck up yourself, he's history. people are pretty durable.