Luke Strobel. He’s definitely not “enduro guy,” he’s still on flat pedals, and I don’t think he pedals most of the time because he’s lazy, but he keeps winning everything and making me look like shit. And if that wasn’t bad enough, on Monday morning after the race, he texts me crap like this:
You know in Talledega Nights when Ricky Bobby keeps getting beat by Jean Gerard, and Jean is sipping macchiato while driving and he spends his days on his ranch grooming his collection of gay horses with his husband while painting. It’s like that.
Getting beat at every race by is bad enough, but when they start texting you youtube videos of sock puppets playing Weird Al versions of bad metal songs, it’s too much for a ROBOT to take.