Finally. I thought this storm would never get here.
For some of you this weekend will be a perfect opportunity to pass on riding your bike, and you would be correct. It is perfectly acceptable to call a “meteorological” when a named storm comes to town. You can lay up all snug in your Indianhead Acres compound and watch arthouse movies written and directed by indigenous peoples and chow down on some tofutti waxing wistful about all the miles you would have gotten if you weren’t so worried about your drivetrain. Like conscientious objectors in times of war, you are well within your rights.
Bushy suggested a ride at St. Marks out on the dikes (stop that, this is a family blog!) where we can really get some perspective on this storm and see huge gators flopping and wallowing in barometric discomfort.
This is what passes for a good idea at this site.
Juancho
As one of my favorite comedians would say “here’s your sign.”
Oh for crying out loud. Just go buy some damn tofutti.
NEVER! To the bikes!
That’s a lot of liberal disdain for a guy with an OBAMA08 sticker on his SUV.
At least it’s not a Nader sticker on a Hybrid.
Frankly, I’d like to put a Nader sticker on a Corvair. How cool would THAT be?
I just want to know if you and Bushy did the dunes and wrestled those gators.
No, that’s for tomorrow.
Unwise at any speed, Ms. Moon.
So, you’re cycling along the “cycle way,” and you turn around to say something to your buddy. When you turn back, you’re plowing into the bay because you forgot that the cycle way was under water during high tide. Have I got that right? That’s kind of cool. Where is that?
Sorry I missed your call to ride this mourning…..um….THERE WAS A TROPICAL STORM!!!!
“Clerk, please let the record show that said call was made and said ride undertaken by the calling party.”
Kid gets up from dirt….hands lunch money to other kid….then he cries.