This reminds me of when Rocky fought the Russian/Swede Ivan Drago, and he was all “I must break him…if he dies, he dies” and everyone in the theater is all, “No! Carl Weathers can’t die! James Brown is there! No!!!” and then Stallone is all, “Not my war, your war!!” and then lifts loggs and pulls carts like some kind of Siberian Oxen. But long story short those pants are cool.

(via fuckyeahcycling)