7-day sweat-soaked blur of superbikes, Sheetz, scabs, marrow bones, softserv & SSRI’s in SteelTown

Last week was a 7-day sweat-soaked blur of superbikes, Sheetz, scabs, marrow bones, softserv & SSRI’s in SteelTown, nipping at the corner heels of big-boy Aprilia racebikes, custard from the bbq truck, gallons of ionized waters, of juices & ginsengs, spoonfuls of nut-butters, no iPhone, no iPad, no Evernote, no email, pallets of foot-powder, delicate sleeps, nighttime & in-helmet coughing fits, emptied pill-cases, slag-ridden tires, 100mph tape, shredded foam seats giving up the ghost, shit-stained chastity-white leotards,  bowl after bowl of Indian Rice Biryani drowned in buckets of Turkish lentil soup blessed morning shits, before-bed baths to cool down the chigger itch colonies on my shins, calves & tops of my feet, soon scabbed over, snake-oils of hydration multiplier powders, skin salves, unexpected expenses, unexpected Akra mufflers, bicycle tours through Indian country into the paddock pit slums, endless night drives ISO motels across the NW Pennsylvania goat-trail mezta, stone, iron arch bridges, reignite of old love-affairs, nightly calming abuse w cocoa-butter & Instagram beauties showing nipple & bush & cheek, salty sausage egg cheese sandwiches, am & pm Sheetz runs, manifold-shaking at-grade pulls up the Alleghenys as ELVIS w a blown header pulled his hardest against disappointment, ad hoc confabs ELVIS-side, tales of Gypsies Pandas Headless-Chickens plastering bestowing ELVIS w countless suspensory gifts selflessly given.