This was a weird week for riding a bike. It all started Tuesday when Worm had a high speed crash, on a Phipps down hill. We were on our way to the lake and the big man grazed a rock and went in. To add insult to (...uh) injury we were ahead of him and never got the ride reunited.
Wednesday, I had a good ride with Lil W.B. from the homestead out to Tom Brown, where he blew up like only a W.B. can. It was biblical, we called for evac.. Momma extracted him from the BMX track. I finished out my ride.
Thursday, I was held up by three people on Horseback, on.......FERN!!! Apparently they brought the horses there to poop, and they snickered as I left the trail to avoid it. You all would have been proud. Not only did I restrain myself from raising my voice, I didn't even raise my eyebrow(s).
Friday, I was in a little bit of a hurry to get a hour and a half in. I went into Fern by Fort Knox. I crossed the tracks, and saw a group of young guys burning a fire (on the railroad tracks). My first impulse was to just let it go, but the Dad in me kicked in and I called 5-o. I couldn't stand the idea of those guys getting drilled by a train. I call it in ...cool. I headed to Tom Brown and the phone rings. They need me back at the scene. TPD, TFD, and some railroad officials were there, and really interested in my thoughts. Forty minutes, and a sworn statement later, and I was racing dark to get home.
Saturday, everyone in the world showed up for our bikechain ride. Worm, Slade, Silk, Smarty, Micro, Red Dragon, and Longshanks, where all there with bells on. We ran into Juancho's crew on the levy (they have the highest collective I.Q. of any crew in the city with a couple Doctors, a good writer or two and.....Bushy!). After a few well placed jabs from Juancho, we were on our way, and they on theirs.
Sunday, I went solo on the big east loop. Out at Alford Arm, I yielded to some more really happy equestrians. They told me my "Buddies" back there were not as polite. I told them I wasn't riding with any of my buddies, and to have a good ride. It's hard to turn the other cheek, when you really want them to kiss one further south. I pushed through the neighborhoods to the Greenway, chased by the rain back to the homestead. That's the news kids. It was a head shaker.
Ba Bye now....
W.B.Z.N.
