Wilkommen fraulienski et Footsoljerski

Long, oh so long my brethren have you circled in the shadows just out of the campfire light, freewheel mufflingly clicking, blood dripping silently into the heath and gorse of the Foothills of Lore, patiently awaiting a signal from on high, hoisted perhaps from the very craggy maw of the steaming Muckery or mayhaps shot into the air from a giant bone trebuchet, flaming phosphourous rain forming a mysterious sigil high o'erhead. Well the time has come Cyclonauts, the grating creaking Wheel of Time has finally clicked over into the here and now and bIKE cLUB has begrudgingly been extruded into the modern world, much like a sharp-toothed unnaturally developed babe with extraneous limbs and/or eyes! Here it is, YOUR very own nest and refuge in a world gone mad with multiple gears, strict anti-nudity regulations and of course the ever prowling henchforces of the hated and despised BLTFFL. Befowl at will!