Dartmouth Cycling Wiki | Profiles / Matthew Rossman

Pot Belge, etc. Doping.

Racing Class: Black, like Rossman's heart.

Wasted.

Results: First to Breakfast on some day. 2nd place, Norwich town line after Toby totally knocked me over into a ditch. And some lady saw it and was like: "was that, like, Boonen and Petacchi."

Bike: Cignal, that is sweet.

Day Job: Bike mechanic. To the stars.

Picture: Bike with its brake put on backwards.

Notable Characteristics: "Sicker veins than Kevin and Toby combined." And sucking at life.

Song for life: Slayer, Reign in Blood.

My Blog: Today I woke up and was sweet. Like so fucking sweet. I looked at myself in the mirror for like 6 hours. Then was like fuck this shit, I need to "train." So I readied myself for that. Which was hard because it involves: baby oil, tan lines, tight fitting clothes, smoothness, other stuff that makes me look fast, mental preparation (i.e. talking to myself, saying I can kick (insert name)'s ass in biking), and just staring at my legs. Then I met my friends who a I am faster than. I called them cat 4s. It was sweet, because that made them feel slow and me feel fast. When I was riding, I looked sweet. I know pros too, so I talked about them. Like this: "This one time, I was half-wheeling (pro) and he was like 'slow down' and I was like 'Really? Is this fast for you? Because I'm zone 1/recovery pace right now and your like zone 5/all-fucking-out pace. That sucks dude.'

Badass. Notice the knife.