Here I am, propped up against the wall like the last kid picked for dodgeball. Yeah, yeah, I hear the universe yelling, “Get out there, champ! Tackle the snow, embrace the blizzard!” I should be venturing into the great unknown, where only the bravest souls dare to tread. But alas, here I remain, a reluctant indoor enthusiast. And to add insult to injury, I’ve got a snow bike race breathing down my neck in just three days. You’d think I’d be out there, making sweet, sweet love to the frost, prepping my tires for the cold embrace of winter.
So, what grand adventure am I embarking on instead? Drumroll, please… I’m on standby. Yep, just twiddling my thumbs, waiting for Bill Martin to grace me with his presence and finally take me for a spin. I mean, come on, Bill, are we shooting for the World Procrastination Championship here or what?
— Spectator at Togwotee Classic 2018
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