Drop Bag Restrictions

Yo, Logistic Boy Blake and CoRD Pat here!

We said pack light — not your whole damn house,

You rollin’ in deep like a storage warehouse.

Big duffels, totes? Naw, that ain't the jam,

Ironstone's lean — we ain't playin' glam.

We climb rocks, we grind through that grit,

Not haulin' your closet to the aid station pit.

Dropbag max? Keep it tight, no flex,

We ain't checkin’ luggage — this ain’t FedEx.

No five-gallon buckets, coolers, or inflatable thrones,

Just gear you need when you're deep in the zone.

So zip that sack, make it sleek and small,

Or Beastie-style — we won’t take it at all!