Show Me Your War Face

Cyclocross sucks. The air from your lungs. The strength from your legs. The cells from your brain. The oxygen from your blood. Sometimes a layer from your epidermis...

For some reason we all convene on Sundays to partake in the bloodletting. If for no other reason than to feel alive. To join the people of the world who suffer every day in their own way. 


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