Scott McKinney preparing for a winter's
day ride and then working the hairpins on the upper end of Mix Canyon. |
Current status:
Scott talks a big game
but when it comes right down to it, he's a patsy
who is prone to suck wheels of stronger riders just so he can say he rolls with
the big dogs. Scott's a loner and doesn't harken to most club activities or
other organized affairs. He studiously avoids competition because it tends to expose him for the poser he is.
Rather, he prefers to blow past old women and hot babes in distress if only
to show them a thing or two. Scott is most likely to attack when you have
a flat tire, or you're eating a banana, or at the crest of a hill after you've been
working your butt off pulling the group. Usually, he'll offer some condescending
advice about your peddling style or the angle of your elbows.
Favorite Band:
Pet Shop Boys
Hair Style:
Mullet
Turn-ons:
Bike rides in the rain, kittens, free bike schwagg.
Turn-offs:
Heat exhaustion, unwashed jerseys
Education:
I used to know people who graduated from Stanford
Club Affiliations:
Huh? Prefers Louisville Slugger to Adirondack
Ride Accomplishments:
Quit the Devil Mountain Double
Never started the Furnace Creek 508
Thinks riding the RAAM would be "neat"
Dream Bike:
Steel frame salvage with bars turned upwards. |