Round one.....Fight! (Andy)

Naturally a mountain biker would label his/her sport as real cycling. Look at the way they gracefully throw their behemoth machines down the side of a root and rock chocked crag. The splendor is awe inspiring, one may even deem it sexy. Its hard work eating your face off to then use immense amounts of body weight to pull your fat ass down the side of a mountain yes? I've seen the hailed "climbing ability" of most mountain bikers. For a time I was fearful to face such land yachts in the field. Then again, riding a 26/38 gearing should make you a good climber yes? Put them on a true gearing and watch the bitching and moaning begin. See their miniscule heart rates race up to near max with a cadence of 45rpm, pathetic; to scared to race; go at your own pace.....weak....

With a height of 172.7cm and weighing in at 59.42 kilos Ryan does not meet the status quo criteria of a mountain biker. If anything he makes Mayo and Rasmussen look like cupcake pounding whores. With my bulbous ass running at 185.4cm and 70.76kg (preferred race weight is 68 kilos) the Ferret and I, the Greyhound, have decided to have a "power off" to see who, indeed, is the more apt cyclist.