He aint heavy, he's my brother

Loaded touring is an exercise in minimalism. When each possession must be winched up every hill, every item carried must earn its keep. Some even go to the lengths of cutting their toothbrushes in half in order to save those precious grams.

Not the Westranator.

At the pre-ride weigh in, his mighty rig drew gasps of amazement from all who attempted to lift it. Simon, with his �����tiny vestigal arms barely even managed to raise it off the ground.

What weapons of mass destruction could this man machine be concealing within those panniers that should weigh him down so? And what dark arts allowed him, even so encumbered, to dance past us on every hill?

I'm sure that all will be revealed in the following weeks...



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