Snapping your fork and busting your **** is sort of a baptism of the freakbike world. Congratulations, today you are a man.

You know, in 2005 about half of the Chicago Rat Patrol was from Worcester Mass, the "Paris of the 80s". Some of them have even moved back there (perhaps they missed living in a town whose centerpiece is a sculpture of a little boy having sex with a turtle). It would be a perfect place for a chapter, all the better as a staging base to raid SCUL, who for some reason has snubbed every national bike club event of the last 15 years.