24 Hours of Smack N Cheese

One, two, three and to the fo.
Mac and cheese are at the do.
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up.
Cause you know we bout to rip shit up.

Gimme the bike first, so I can bust like a bubble.
Macs and cheeses together, now you know you in trouble.
Ain't nothin but a mom & dad thang, baaaaabay.
Four loced out p's and we're craaaaazay.
24 hours is the thang that paaaaays me.

Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [hell yeah].
Its like this and like that and like this and uhhuh.

Its like this and like that and like this and uhhuh.

Its like this and like that and like this and uhhuh.

Its like this and like that and like this and uhhuh.

Its like this and like that and like this and uhhuh.

Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in.

Now its time for me to make my impression felt.
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt.


You never been on a ride like this befo.

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down.
And if your racers talk shit, I have ta put the smack down.
Yeah, and ya don't stop.
When I'm on the bike, its like a cookie, they all crumble.
Try to get close, and your butt'll get smacked.
My mac-n-cheese homie doggy dogg has my back.

I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock.
But I'm never off, always on, til the break dawn.

So jus chill, til the next episode.
... I'm too tired write anything of substance. Maybe tomorrow I'll post more about the tequilla shots and the broken chain and Jenny having to run 2 miles and the anxious sandy single track dreams and all the ugly ruts in the trail and the beer and seeing Marian and Gianni and Sweet Cheeks and the 30 mile an hour winds that flicked me off the bike and Morgan dozing off while driving home and thank god for bot dots and blah, blah, blah.


some lyrics by Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg
some pics by mr. le Mans (mr. Feix)
some pics by me and some by morgan