The first guy on our team is named Brady Hill.  Don't get up in his grill.  He has the same name as the hill going into Boulder.   He's the ultimate cycling soldier.  He's the Hip-hop-opotamus, his rhymes are preposterous, his lyrics are bottomless, and he's known for his speediness.

His buddy Dwight is the Rhymeocorous, when he takes off his shirt, he's bright like phosphorous.  Although he's bright, he'll be quickly out of sight, at the speed of light.  If you blink, you'll miss him… you just might.

We've known each other since we were tykes, as long as we remember, we've been ryding our bikes.  'Cause, that's just what we likes.  Now, we're ridin' in Moab, for our homie Obama, we can go forever, like if Superman was a llama. We're spinning for change, these rhymes are the best we could arrange, don't hate us if they're strange.