The Bacon Strip is a loose conglomeration of funjunkies, dirt-bags, feral nerds and off-hour goofballs in Reno, Nevada. Also Truckee California, also Ft. Collins, CO, also Riverside, California (Is that right Reedster?) Where else? We’ve got tendrils in Flagpole, AZ, and auxiliaries all over.
We’ve been described as , “a gaggle of dirty hippy mountain bikers,” which is mostly accurate.
Team Bacon Strip is the collective banner under which we ride, race, and swill beers. We have no sponsors, we have no funding, we have no notoriety, yet…
The website is named after shit stains in pants - possibly related to a weekly regime of the bacon consumption. ahhh, bacon: a very fatty, salty, nitrated food that is not good for your arteries and was probably raised in feed lots and would make you gag if you had to spend one day walking through them, cleaning a slaughter house, or ??? Of course we’re a bit crass. we’re also sensitive calloused modern throwbacks to human powered recreationalists. Access, challenge, personal freedom, respect for others, and options are the stuff of our lives.
Behold, The Bacon Strippers!!!
Japhy Rider, chief hyperbolocist, and lung monkey
Nooninator, Safety coordinator
Huck Tater, Renaissance Dirtbag
Wolfy, Master of the obvious.
Olaf, lexicographer
Reedster, Cool guy from SoCal!
Sphincterboy, chairman, Department of Redundency Department.
GrislyBikeGeek, When Chuck Norris looks in the mirror he sees Gris looking back…
Pending
Dr. Shredmor, physician for the soul.
TheRestlessApe, director of religious affairs.
Tongaroo, chief of this-old-house-star-norm-abrams-identity-theft.
Invited, but not heard from
PJ, director of turtle affairs.
Smella, blue hair.
Smithers, Beer transport technician.
SteadyB, Stability and agility
-M
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