Why Bike to Work Week Makes Me Feel Special

 

You see usually when anything really cool happens around here every clown jumps onto the band wagon and you soon find yourself trading elbows just hold your place in line.  At times I elect not to partake of certain opportunites merely because I don’t feel like dealing with the struggle to feel unique amid the masses.  That is precisely how I managed to get so deeply dependent on riding bikes-not that many of the three tooth sons of loggers in the little town where I grew up were all that into dancing around on a skinny tired bike in their sister’s underpants.  As such my course in life has generally, for reasons of vanity and ego, followed a principled journey that resists jumping in with the flock and leg humping every opportunity which comes around. 

And that is why Bike to Work Week is so great.  Not only does riding your bike to work sound like a great a idea for a number of reasons: the exercise, the environment, the price of gas, and so on but as you can see in the photo above, one can partake of this holiday without any danger whatsoever of anyone else trying to poach your bird of a different feather principles.  I would hazard a guess that about the only thing better than tearing up the bike to work on a carbon fiber Ferarri and slotting it into the parking lot at work right at the front door would be tearing up the bike path in a real Ferarri, running over Feldman and parking in the handicapped spot right at the back door, sitting down at the computer and checking your winning lottery ticket numbers while shopping for a new helicopter and cruise ship combo online.

 So the Hebrew Hot Dog One Handed Hillclimb Time Trial was a smashing success.  I haven’t had the pictures developed yet so I don’t have anything to show the fans out there.  Suffice to say this mysterious event will bare its nasty little head again at some point in the near future.  Definitely worth a re run.

If you haven’t seen the video footage from the FARCA Training camp in Fruita, CO yet….check this out.

That’s what you get when you try to steal our beer.  That is not a water buffalo but a beer buffalo.  Damn Ligers.

Well it’s the kids 9th birthday today so chances are I will get to ride my bike again in the next month or so.  Got to learn how to juggle flaming chainsaws before noon.  Still working on juggling my own two balls.  Damn leg keeps getting in the way.