The ancient prophecy foretold of the Great Cycle.
When false coins flooded the kingdom and the people lost faith in their rulers, a champion would rise from the desert.
His fists would be iron.
His spirit would be unbreakable.
His enemies would hear a small bell shortly before getting absolutely fucking flattened.
The pharaohs called him the Spoked One. His image was carved into stone so that future generations would recognize the face, the handlebars, and the complete absence of a reasonable explanation.
Beneath his likeness, the sacred inscription read: “Everybody has a plan until they get run over by a bicycle.”
For millennia, the prophecy lay dormant beneath the sands. Now the candles have been lit. The sacred chain has awakened. The Great Cycle is upon us, and the chosen vehicle has arrived. Hold onto your fucking handlebars.
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@tookanarrow Appreciate the love bro!!! Ima keep churning these out. Everyone should feel free to take them and post them in replies and stuff. Biketyson meme going to takeover
Alexander the Great’s generals were worried they wouldn’t survive the next morning.
By morning, they couldn’t even get him out of bed.
Before Gaugamela, Persian campfires stretched across the plain. His commanders could hear the enemy in the darkness. Enough noise to make experienced soldiers reconsider their career choices.
Their plan: attack at night. Use the darkness. Don’t give that enormous army the battle it wants.
Alexander refused.
“I will not steal my victory.”
He wanted the Persian king to watch his army lose in daylight. No excuses afterward.
Then, according to historians, Alexander slept so soundly that his commanders had to wake him.
Imagine that assignment.
The enemy is assembling. The entire campaign hangs in the balance, and you’re outside a tent trying to get your teenager king out of bed.
Alexander went on to win.
The historians haven’t finished the Bike Tyson chapter.
We’re still writing it.
But our commander has handlebars growing out of his skull, and some of you are still asking whether he has a roadmap.
He is personally equipped to travel down the road.
Trenchers. Tighten your helmets.
We ride at dawn.
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Solana is getting cooked.
Your portfolio looks like a crime scene.
Your wife’s boyfriend has started calling you “champ.”
But my fellow trenchers, look at Bike Tyson.
Handlebars growing out of his skull. A bicycle seat bolted to his ass. And he is STILL looking toward a brighter tomorrow.
You’re telling me this motherfucker can carry the hopes of an entire community on two wheels, but you can’t survive a difficult afternoon?
Lift your heads, straighten your handlebars, and put on the helmet you're supposed to be wearing 24/7.
YETH WE CAN.
solana:CbyTNf7UPzvewHh4Zp6umogM2RWahhmGRJWLJnPwpump
Solana is getting cooked.
Your portfolio looks like a crime scene.
Your wife’s boyfriend has started calling you “champ.”
But my fellow trenchers, look at Bike Tyson.
Handlebars growing out of his skull. A bicycle seat bolted to his ass. And he is STILL looking toward a brighter tomorrow.
You’re telling me this motherfucker can carry the hopes of an entire community on two wheels, but you can’t survive a difficult afternoon?
Lift your heads, straighten your handlebars, and put on the helmet you're supposed to be wearing 24/7.
YETH WE CAN.
solana:CbyTNf7UPzvewHh4Zp6umogM2RWahhmGRJWLJnPwpump