From across the prairie the herd rides. At first the only sign is from over the horizon, an odd cloud of dust moving this way. Gradually the sound builds, first just a thrumming on the breeze, then suddenly and surprisingly a deafening bass crescendo of pounding hooves and snorting–the smell of sweat and closeness and the shrieks of lighter, skinnier, and (let's face it) wimpier riders being trampled, gored and unceremoniously dropped before the relentless pounding of the stampede.
Whether you enjoy a good post-ride porterhouse or prefer the guilt-free pleasures of ruminating on a mouthful of alfalfa sprouts, The beef jersey honors the larger rider. If you relish the upcoming descent or love pounding the scrawnier ones into submission on the flats, The Beef jersey will let your intentions be known to all who deign to follow in your slipstream (that is at least until you hit the climb).
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