Only namby-pamby, limp-wristed, milque-toasty, carbon fiber riding degenerates could be deterred by the weather. We don't want their tri gear, anyway. It's going all the way up to 14 degrees, fer Chrissakes!

What would Andy do?



How does 7:30 at Jac's sound to everybody?

Most importantly, who's sneaking the beer into the swap?