That goes out to all the fathers reading this blog, which would include, um..., maybe Terrible Steve Gabbard? Dash will be soon but otherwise the ranks of the Footsoldiery remain almost completely progeny-free, no doubt deviously designed by those master puppeteers, the Uber-Ancestors, whom must remain otherwise un-mentioned, to enable the Cyclonaut to enter battle relatively well-rested, unburdened by familial responsibilities and for the time being unpoo-stained, or at least unstained by anyone else's poo.
With the incredible casualty-rate endured during the typical bIKE cLUB outing however we are going to need fresh recruits, stat so if you're a father out there in the blog-o-sphere, here's to you! Get crackin' on another one and send us a shout out in the Comments
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